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A boy in my sister’s high school lost his mother to suicide this year. The Christmas gifts he is buying his little brothers are essentials like socks and underwear. He was sad one day because his little brothers are asking for a Wii, which he can’t afford. My sister bought the game system for the boy to give to his brothers. Her selflessness GMH
teared me up :’(
Nearly there :)
sheesh… conceited jack asses
Again Again - Lady Gaga
again and again baby…
We’re all lucky in our own ways because one will always have something that the other doesn’t have. Take note of what you have instead of what they have and what you don’t.
She had her dark hair in a neat braid, the ends of her hair reaching her shoulder blades. She had taken the time in the morning to pick tiny, white fresh flowers and placed them on her braids. She loved it when the glorious scent of the flowers encompasses her and drifts to her nose every time she turned her head.
Out in the beautiful garden, lying on her side with her left arm pillowing her head, she closed her eyes. The blanket that she laid out was soft underneath her. She could still smell the flowers in her hair. She laid there under the sun. The clouds passed above her and sheltered her occassionally from the sunlight. She didn’t mind.
In her head, she imagined herself nowhere else but where she was right then. This is home.
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HOW AND WHY IS THIS MEANT FOR KIDS?!
