Kristellelovesyou:

jetrocaldeirajr:

12 year olds talking about getting "so drunk".

This just broke my heart. :(

My mother only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mother came to say hello to me… I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?! I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said: “EEEE, your mum only has one eye!” I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mother to just disappear. So I confronted her that day and said: “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?” My mother did not respond! I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings… I wanted to get out of that house… So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren! When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her. I screamed at her: “How dare you come to my house and scare my children!” “GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!” And to this, my mother quietly answered: “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address” And she disappeared out of sight. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip… After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity!!!. My neighbors said that she… Had died! I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have… “My beloved son, I think of you all the time… I’m sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see… When you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So… I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With my love to you… …Your mother.”

jacksontran:

I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.

I mean like…Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special. 

Yet ironically, it’s the same thing that causes it.

I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me.

xbaabyknguyen:

elisaalyanna:

(via minimyy)

You can't just hurt me and expect me to be okay with just a simple "sorry".

alexandriaroquel:

What movie is this.. like forreal.

swagfreshoriginal:

donthyn:

wow.

LIKE A BOSS

For a dog, you do not need big cars, big homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A stick is already great. A dog does not care if you’re rich or poor, smart or dumb. A dog judges others not by their color, creed or class but by who they are inside. Give your heart to him, and he will give his. It’s really very simple, but even so, we humans, as wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really matters or not. How many people can you say that? How many people make you feel unique, pure and special? How many people make you feel special? 

-cinderella:

I WILL HAVE THIS.

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