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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

alriqht

there are tears running down my face.. like no joke.

p4rtyingsheeran

i’m just sobbing

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Extremely sad like tears no lie.

Omg.

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Real Tears

“Imagine you’re at a party. A guy offers you a drink. You say no. He says ‘Come on, one drink!’ You say ‘no thanks.’ Later, he brings you a soda. ‘I know you said you didn’t want a drink, but I was getting one for myself and you looked thirsty.’ For you to refuse at this point makes you the asshole. He’s just being nice, right? Predators use the social contract and our own good hearts and fear of being rude against us. If you drink the drink, you’re teaching him that it just takes a little persistence on his part to overcome your ‘no.’ If you say ‘Really, I appreciate it, but no thanks’ and put the drink down and walk away from it, you’re the one who looks rude in that moment. But the fact is, you didn’t ask for the drink and you don’t want the drink and you don’t have to drink it just to make some guy feel validated.” —The Art of “No” (Jennifer P.)

lobbygrl

I’ve never seen this post with the original caption before. I thought I loved it simply from the photography but the depth of the meaning behind it…. Wow.

chubbybiebz

SOMEONE SAID IT

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Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

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THIS IS IMPORTANT

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.

Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.

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Cookies (Jason McCann)

I decided to change biscuits to cookies the second I posted it lmao. I don’t really know if this is considered fluff?? but here you go, enjoy babies

Laying spread out across the couch, I took another cookie from the packet, breaking it in half and slowly nibbling at the edge of it.

The room was silent except for the TV playing, and in that moment I felt content.

It wasn’t long before my peace was interrupted by the door opening and slamming shut making me jump. I peered over the back of the couch to see Jason taking off his jacket and throwing it over the banister of the stairs.

I almost smiled. I wanted to smile. But the deep frown that took over his face, making him lose the youthful look in his face, made me frown also. I didn’t speak as I watched him take off his shoes.

I laid down on my back once more, my eyes never leaving his face. He came around to the front of the couch and casually picked up my legs, sitting in the space they were taking up. He sighed as he sat down. He leaned back, running his hands up and down his face.

Watching him, I slowly reached for the packet of cookies. I took another for myself and held the packet out for him. Once he heard the rustle, he turned to look at my face, then down at the open packet before him. I noticed his face softened at my small action.

He gladly took one and bit into it, I listened as it crunched, breaking the silence. He sat with his left arm on the side of the couch, bringing his hand around the back of his neck. Neither of us had spoken yet.

I moved the cookies next to his thigh. I sat up and moved closer to him. I felt our bare arms brush against each other, I appreciated the cool of his skin contrasting against the warmth of my own.

I kissed his arm, looking up at his face. There was still faint evidence of stress on his face when he looked down at me. “You okay?” My voice was barely audible - I’d been sat alone all day so I hadn’t spoken. This was the first time since Jason had left last night.

“Mhm.” He nodded, but his jaw clenched and his body was tense telling me he wasn’t at his best.

“I know you’re not.” I rubbed his stomach through his shirt. “But you don’t have to tell me anything.” My head rested at ease on his upper arm.

I knew Jason when he was like this and from what I’d experienced in the past, I knew it was best to let him come to me; If I bugged him constantly about what was wrong, he’d get frustrated and storm away from me. But if I just sat with him, he’d eventually feel comfortable and open up. He was basically just a big kid when he wanted to be.

He repositioned us so that he had his arms tightly around my waist while his head fell in my neck. I smiled. He began leaving small kisses up and down my skin. “I’ve had a rough day. A long day. I was taking care of some bitch who fucked our order up but all I could think of was coming home to you. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I listened intently. His breath hit my neck everytime he spoke.

Softly, I let my fingers trailed patterns on his neck, to this he let out a shaky breath. “The shit’s hit the fan at work and everyone’s stressed, I’ll end up putting a gun to an innocent man’s head by the end of the week.” I cringed, hoping he didn’t but I knew he was slightly serious. “I just want to stay at home with you and lay with you and kiss you and cuddle you and fuck you and take all of my stress out on you, all day.” He sighed, I shivered.

“You know I’m always free for that.” I chuckled, pulling him closer to me. When Jason was like this, I tended not to give advice, I simply listened just as he wanted me to.

“I’d take you right here, right now if I had the energy. I’d fuck all my frustration away.” His hand ran down my hip, but he made no effort in moving any further.

“How about I..?” I trailed off; I didn’t have to finish my sentence because by the time my hand was running down his lower stomach and over his cock, he’d understood what I meant. But he grabbed my hand.

“No,” He put my hand back in my lap. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to, and anyway, I wanna cuddle.” He cringed as he said the word. “I never thought I’d be turning down a blowjob from a girl so that we can just sit and hold each other. What have you done to me? Shit.” He sighed, pressing his face into my chest.

“You’re so cute.” I chuckled, pressing my hand into his so that I could feel his warmth. “Is there anything else?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He huffed childishly, I could practically feel the burning of his cheeks. He was silent for a moment, for quite some time that I thought maybe he didn’t hear me. “I’m just so alone, [Y/N]. It hurts and I don’t know how to stop it. All I can do is drink ‘til I’m numb and fuck you until you’re sore. Which I’m partly sorry for, by the way.”

“Why?”

“Becaus-Wait, ‘why’ to which part?” He looked up at me.

“Why are you sorry?” Looking down at him, I noticed the sorrow in his facial expression. I took the time to lean over and grab two cookies; one for me, one for Jason. I shoved mine in my mouth and handed his to him. He broke it in half and ate slowly.

“Because when I’m like that and I just want to make it go away, I don’t have any sense of respect and even though one of my greatest pleasures is seeing you pleasured and satisfied, in that state I can be selfish and only care about getting myself off. And let’s face it, I know you like it rough but it’s probably some of my worst dick game when I’m like that; I’m uncoordinated and everything.” He stroked my hip, he finished off his biscuit.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, baby.” My fingers ran along the skin on his neck.

He interrupted me before I could continue. “I’m scared. I’m fucking scared shitless.” His voice was on the verge of breaking. Before I could ask why, he continued again but I didn’t mind. “You’re the only thing I’ve got, babygirl. I’ve got no one except you. And I need you. I need you more than the drugs or the alcohol, more than the thrill of killing, because I know you’re the only thing that makes me happy without having to feel guilty for enjoying it.”

I enjoyed his closeness when I had it. He was here and I was holding him. I was holding him. Even though he was hurting, he was trusting me and all I wanted was to pour all of my love into him.

“You’re the easiest thing in my life, you make it all so, so easy. And I’m scared, I’m scared I’m going fuck it up and lose you. I don’t know what to do without you, baby.” His hand gripped my shirt (which happened to be his) in his hand, squeezing it so tight that his knuckles turned white. I took a hold of his fist and ran my thumb up and down his hand. “I love you. Please don’t leave me. Ever. I need you.” He kissed my neck.

“I love you too, I’m-”

“Say that again. Tell me you love me again. Please.” His breathing was steadying, and I felt him relaxing.

“I love you. I love you so much. Always.” I kissed his head to which he hummed.

We stayed like that for the next few hours, just holding each other. We talked about everything from his day to the idea of taking a year long vacation in the Bahamas. But I was there, and he was there and we were together, contently. We were content because we holding each other. And stuffed up on cookies.

I think it really sucks when you realise how alone you are because you only really talk to 1 maybe 2 people and when neither of them are available you kind of just lay there in bed hoping your phone will buzz with a text from them or something so you continuously check it and you try to distract yourself and then you get sad about how alone you really are