December 2011
My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She's struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world ♥
I hate it when strangers say "I don't bite." →
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Yeah, because the first thing I think when I meet somebody is “Holy shit, this bitch is gonna bite me.”
November 2011
“What is and always will be, my greatest creation, is you.”
—Howard Stark (via catchonfirespontaneously)
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”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.”
Dear ex,
(I have to vent, i’ll probably delete this soon…)
I miss you so much.
You don’t even understand.
I miss us, and I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you…You know what I mean.
I’m not the only “bad guy”, though, and you know it.
You’ve done so many things to me I can’t even remember them on the spot.
The worst part?
You didn’t apologize.
Not once.
I did.
Every time I made you cry (4 times too many…) by accident, I apologized so many times. I felt so horrible because you meant so much to me.
But when you made me cry, it was different.
You acted like it didn’t happen.
You apologized months and months after we were over and I had to practically force it out of you.
It’s not supposed to be like that.
That’s all the past, it’s over, done.
Then why does it still sting?
If you’re my past then how come it hurts me when you flirt with all those girls?
It’s true, I’m not over you.
I don’t love you anymore, though.
It’s confusing. My thoughts are a mess, just like me.
You changed my life…you changed me.
I just want you to be in my life again as my best friend.
Before things got difficult.
I want to go back to that.
But that’s impossible, isn’t it?
I miss you.
I’m sorry.
-The Girl Who Will Never Forget
