No I’m not like all these other girls, who are tall, skinny, perfect in every way. Nice boobs and a nice ass. I don’t always like the way that I look, sometimes I take a little longer than I should to get ready. I don’t catch a boys attention because I look good, I catch their eye because I embarrassed myself. When I post a picture of myself onto my blog I don’t get a thousand notes and reblogs. I’m not perfect. I’m weird, I’m random and I’m awkward. Sometimes I am hard to handle, I get angry, sad. I can be on top of the world one minute and depressed the next. I eat when I want to. Sometimes I can be needy, sometimes I push people away. I live with my regrets as each day goes by. If you can accept me for who I am, I am more than willing to promise you that it will be worth it.
(Source: howdoesitfuckingfeel)
This is an elderly man who lives in my town. His wife died back in 2008. And every single day since then he has visited her at the graveyard. No matter if it is raining, thunder storming, snowing or sunny, he brings a lawn chair with him and flowers and sits down by her grave for multiple hours of the day. 365 days a year you can find him out there. It would mean the world to me if everyone could get his story out there, to let people know, true love does exist and last.
I’d do it..
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