It isn’t easy being a Dad, and living in a world where so many fathers chose to abandon the responsibility of raising a family rather than bearing the burden of being a provider; i can say it truly is a blessing to have a father who not only acted like a father but became a Dad.
For the fathers who stayed, thank you for loving your children. Thank you for setting and example to your sons. Thank you for reminding your daughters that there will always be a man who loves her more than the world.
To my father. Thank you for accepting me for who I am, although we come from two very different worlds. Thank you for calling me, even though it is once in a while it is nice to know i am missed. Thank you for educating me, thank you for clothing me, thank you for feeding, sheltering and nurturing me. Thank you for providing me with all these needs so that I don’t have to seek them out from other men.
Thank you for being the greatest man in my life. Thank you for loving me.
I love you.
Happy Fathers Day :)
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1. You find yourself staring into blank spaces thinking about funny things they said
2. While doing your work you take a break to find funny things on the internet to send to them and end up sending them an e-mail that is one paragraph away form being an essay.
3. You don’t find them annoying… even the things that would normally be annoying.
4. You miss them. Despite the fact that you saw them 20 minutes ago
5. You have tried to deny these feelings scared you might be developing an obsession
6. You accept that it is not an obsession but rather a very strong liking
7. When you have a bad day you want to be around them, even if you don’t even say anything to each other
8. When you tell your friends “I just want to be alone”, by alone you mean with the other person. They have become a part of your space
9. You would do things for them that you would probably only do for someone who was dying
10. They just make you happy. For no particular reason. And it’s great :)
I would rather die than stop searching for the light at the end of the tunnel
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The summer morning whispers, as I turn to see your face
Your smile is soft and gentle, like loves unfailling grace
I’ve known you for forever, even though it’s been three days
And having no authority, i still ask you to stay
You hold my hand and promise, that you will return
But the truth is clear as ashes, let’s let this romance burn
Yesterday i was sitting on my bed, skecthing for fun when i decided to draw a self portrait. I started drawing the outline of my face, and then suddenly stopped. I couldn’t draw anything else; i wasn’t sure how much my eyes slanted, or of the exact shape of my lips… if i kept on drawing i would have ended up drawing a stranger.
It is a strange thing, you would think after looking at yourself in the mirror for over 20 years, you would know for sure exactly how you look like… but it really is hard to remember every little detail of your face.
This made me realize that if someone came to me and asked me who i was, the same thing would happen, i would be able to give them an outline but filling in the details would be a challenge. Maybe it is because we are ever changing, evergrowing. Sometimes it feels like when i am getting used to being one way, something happends in my life that teaches me different.
It’s not a bad thing… just knowing the outline of who you are, because at least with outlines you have boundaries, you have a guideline of the person you want to be. The details can always be figured out later.
Is this thing on?: Maybe -
We were idiots. We were idealists. We were not in love. We were more in like. We were two naive souls, hellbent on sharing a dream. Yet we were both awake in the real world. Where we could not fly. Where we refused to fly. Where we were too afraid to fly.
There is no moving forward in unison. Nor…
Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass. —
Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
this picture is so beautiful
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“A Million one a million two
A hundred more will never do” - Frank Ocean