[suffokait-blog1]

Can't forget a picture of Wilson on this snowday 🐶❄ https://www.instagram.com/p/BqN3Qv5gUuak1mwS4iqDZY0TGTJJ6k0cZ07PDI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o445d3sx0m1c

[suffokait-blog1]

I love to think back to when we first started to talk and hangout. I was so strangely comfortable around you. It's like something in me knew that you were the one. The first day we hungout, I knew I was going to marry you. And you knew it too. I fell in love with you the first day, on that car ride to the river. When that day ended I couldn't wait to see you again. I can't believe that it's only been a couple months and now we're getting married. It's felt like I've known you all my life. You bring out the absolute best in me, I have never been this happy and I'm pretty sure everyone knows it. I still can't grasp how I got so lucky and how I deserve all this. I am so blessed. I used to hate the saying "everything happens for a reason", because I would give anything for Parker to be here with You, Hunter and I...but I guess some things might happen for a reason and there must be a plan that someone set in place for us, for me, to be where we are right now, for me to have you and Hunter in my life and for you to have me in yours. It just might be that my little angel baby guided you to me and me to you. Who knows. All I know is that I love my life, and I love you and I love Hunter and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I could write about you forever but no amount of words I try and put together could ever express how I actually feel. Every day I fall more in love with you, and I catch myself just staring at you and thinking about how lucky I am to have found such a wonderful man.

[especiallypeaches]

Life is going to upset you. You will be frustrated. You will be hurt. You are going to scream into the rain and collapse under stress and you will learn from it. And then you will be silenced and you will piece yourself together because you always have and you always will. Sometimes, your pieces find themselves right back where they started, only stronger. Other times, you are reconfigured; you have changed, and you are better for it. Be thankful you have endured.

Just in case you’re having a bad day (via especiallypeaches)

[livlively111]

I still have bad days. Days when I come home and, in the comfort of my own room, feel the need to wear black and fold into the smallest version of myself. I still have these hours of complete silence, when I am empty and drained of everything that once made me whole. I still have those raging fits of anger and sadness when I destroy the world around me and sob as I watch it crumble. I still have a devastating appreciation for sad songs, and tragedy is a familiar comfort. If I’m being completely honest death still crosses my mind as an all too forgiving escape. If it seems like I’m unhappy, I’m not. These are just some bad days. I still have bad days.

Good Life Bad Days (via skywriter17)

[rowansmemory-blog]

In Islam if you have a: miscarriage, still born or lose your child at a young age it is believed that on the Day of Judgement that same child testifies to God, holds your hands and takes you to Heaven, personally. Therefore we believe women who have been through such traumatic events are destined for Paradise.

(via rowansmemory-blog)

[millennial-babies-blog]

And because of your life whether it be here or in heaven, I’m a mother before anything else.

(via millennial-babies-blog)

[donna-marieriley-deactivated202]

How to love your depressed lover. Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

(via roseghoul)

[slim--pickins]

[qoa]

i’m screaming???

[thespookybisexual]

ME

[elesq]

[nwumb]

A Mother’s Reckoning By Sue Klebold

[teenager90s]

[thequotejournals]

This November there seems to be nothing to say.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via thequotejournals)

[thequotejournals]

I write best When I am either, Falling in love, Or falling apart.

Rudy Francisco (via thequotejournals)

[veryharam]

You’re so lucky if you’re in love and it’s reciprocated and it’s healthy and innocent and pure

[suffokait-blog1]

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. 👼💙 #parkerjacob #prayerflagproject #august19th #dayofhope #whathealsyou #angelbaby #angelmom

[insanely--crazy]

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.

I can’t talk about it. (via insanely–crazy)

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