**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror.
I just saw this in the tattoo tag but arrrghehfdhsuih I just wanna hug you, this is such a special tattoo.
there are only a few days left in septemeber anD THEN ITS OCtober o spooky anD then its novembER O O AN D THEN AND THEN IT IS …. FUKCING DECEMBER, DICIEMBRE THE BES T THE BEST THAT MEAN S CHRISTMAS„,.. COLD??.. LIGHTS.„„ HAPPY ??????? WO W???? IM SO FUCKIN G EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS IM GOIN G TO EAT A BAG OF TINSEL
it’s weird how everyone’s house has a special house smell and the family living there doesn’t notice at all but when you first walk in it’s like getting slapped in the nose with some weird brand of laundry detergent what’s up with that
i hate the saying “apples and oranges” when describing things that are completely different because they are both fruits you should say something like “giraffes and crystal meth”
idk giraffes and crystal meth arent that different they both can get people pretty high