It’s strange how you can be so happy and yet so sad. So sure, yet so uncertain. Why do we long for things for things we don’t truly want? Things change and people change. It’s hard being in love with someone who doesn’t exist- someone who perhaps never really existed. Bittersweet memories fill my head and I wonder what I would do if I could turn back time.
And then my daughter grabs my face, breaking my train of thought, and the pain disappears. There is no sadness left, only happiness. All I truly long for is right in front of me. At times I feel hurt, confused, cheated… I take a breath, and all that’s left is joy. No matter what happened- or what will happen in the future- I would not turn back time. I have the greatest gift and I am filled with a love I never knew existed. There is a part of me that I never knew I was missing- and here she is, smiling, cooing, and grabbing my face. The most precious gift anyone could ever give me. The reason I wouldn’t go back in time.
My baby, my daughter, my world.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
I vow to at least attempt to understand my children.
I couldn’t even begin to wish the struggles of this generation on the next.
And even if they are a generation that struggles,
I want them to at least be a generation that is held.
That is loved.
I do not understand how these parents are not loving their children in this world without any.
We may be little shits,
but we have big minds with enormous thoughts that will save us
Or kill us.
collar bonesdry thinning hair??
a thigh gapdry peeling skin??
Ice cream or
hip bonesdull eyes??
a nice bodydeath??
Think before you
eatencourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.
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