when a toddler is passionately babbling to you about something in their little intense baby voice
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when a toddler is passionately babbling to you about something in their little intense baby voice
if u ask me to go to the park and just swing on swings with u there is 98% chance i will say yes and swing for 5 hours do not test me
i’ve always thought it was so beautiful how people have the capability to fight for others, including complete strangers. like the fact that we have entire hospitals to help each other, the idea of surgeons in those hospitals who’d have 30-hour surgeries to save one life. firemen running into a burning building and training for the possibility of it ever happening. people volunteering to help in a country they’ve never been after a natural disaster, expecting no money in return for their kindness. i think this urge to help and be a part of this and keep as much people as possible alive is something natural and it might just be what we were made to do and be. even if you think you’re unloved, your life would always be considered worth saving, if not by those around you then by the surgeon, the firefighter, the paramedic, the volunteer, the eye-witness who’s hell-bent on not losing you.
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
[ if you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear. end caption ]
Throwback to the best halloween heist!!!!
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I will reblog this every time I see it.
some days it’s just *reads a single line of poetry and starts sobbing* *loses self in nostalgia* *endlessly writes emotional notes app poetry* *looks self in the mirror and asks for forgiveness*
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
Peter Parker, a.k.a. the most polite Avenger.
I want mental health to be so normalised that little children can tell their parents if they’re feeling mentally ill just like they would if they had a stomach ache or a fever.
I want mental health to be so normalised that school lets you go home after a panic attack episode like they do if you sustain an injury.
I want mental health to be so normalised that when someone’s in recovery the people around them ask for progress reports and send get well soon cards just like they would for any other sort of recovery.
I want mental health to be normalised because every mental health disorder is just as frightening, just as damaging as a life threatening injury and we pass people by every day who are so unwell in this sense but who don’t receive a fraction of the care they deserve just because mental health is unseen.
I miss you.
i don’t get how ppl can hate the rain ? like…..the ocean came all this way to give the world tiny kisses & u treat her like this ???
“I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It’s part of your charm. You’re in love with love.”
— Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You (via piano-chords)
ignoring canon because i simply do not vibe with it
me, gracefully pushing canon out the window : this does NOT SPARK JOY
im like [discovers song] and my brains like ok u will listen to nothing but this for at least three days straight
“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”
— 1987-2020, Naya Rivera