If you go to Iceland, you might stumble upon tiny elf houses called Alfhóls. Click to read the full fact.
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If you go to Iceland, you might stumble upon tiny elf houses called Alfhóls. Click to read the full fact.
I’m so fucking tired you have no idea. All I want right now is someone to lay, watch movies and drink hot chocolate with. I don’t want someone to talk to because talking hurts. I just want someone to hold me and let me cry.
I love you. Two years today without you and I miss you more than ever. I’m not gonna lie, it gets easier to miss you, and the thought of you doesn’t always hurt as much, but days like today and yesterday make it horrible.
You helped raise me. You were my stand in mother figure for almost my entire life, and to have you missing from milestones like my high school graduation, first day of uni, 18th birthday and stuff just didn’t feel right. Nothing feels complete without both you and pop here with me.
I couldn’t say happy Mother’s Day to you in person once again. I’m never going to be able to, either.
I’m never going to hear you say you love me, hug me, comfort me when things don’t go my way, and assure me that I’m only ever going to be able to do my best, and no one should ever expect more than that.
I hope I’ve made you both proud of me. That’s all I’ve wanted for the last four years. To make both you and pop proud of me. I would have loved for you to be around when one day I’ll be genuinely happy, but I can’t be. Not without you.
I love you. I miss you. It hurts. Please come back, I can’t do this without you.