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Today Tristin wore his dress. Not a huge thing as he wears it quite often but this was different. Today was the first time he kept it on when we left. Usually when he wears it he will change, completely his choice, if I say we are going somewhere. He just wasn’t quite comfortable going out in public with it. Today he just put on his sandals. I asked him a couple times if he was sure and he was. So with a boy in a pink dress and Tinkerbell flip flops, we went.
We hit up Goodwill (finally found some teacups I liked!), Lowe’s and Target. I kept a look out for how people reacted to him, just so if he noticed I could talk with him about it later. There were some curious looks but nothing major. Most people were looking at my hair anyway. The only negative reaction I saw was actually a surprising one. A young girl maybe nine years old gave him a dirty look as we were walking out of Target. Tristin didn’t notice since he was talking about his new Hello Kitty flip brush/mirror.
I know there will be a day when he will notice how some people treat those who are “different” but I’m glad that for now he took a big step for himself and the world as he knows it is alright.
(Source: themamafox, via let-yer-knickers-down-deactivat)
From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived.
It’s sweet little things like beautiful morning roads, starry skies, caring actions from Jack and his friends/family that make me realize how happy I am that I gave up that piece of shit mother fucking poor excuse of a man for a happier like with out his bullshit… But there are the little things that fucker keeps doing that pisses me off. Like talking shit about me, making up lies, and telling everyone about the past I want to forget. I dont appreciate the most horrible ex talking shit about me and who I am….
GUYS- treat her right. Do what u can to make her happy. Don’t think that it’s all about money or material items, it’s not true, it’s the little things that count. Like being pulled closer for warm snuggles when it’s cold and time to wake up. Or when a guy surprises a girl with a nice hot bubble bath. Or how a guy treats a friend who is a girl like she is the world when that’s just how he is. Or even the sweet looks a guy gives a girl when he sees there is something weighing on her mind no matter how hard she tried to hide it….
GIRLS- you know that saying “treat people how you want to be treated”? It’s true. Treat the guy right, even if he isn’t yours. The little things do count, he will notice them. Be honest, be your self. Respect him and your self, (oddly I couldn’t respect my self when I was with my ex. Enjoy every moment with him, forget the little things that bug you. Accept him for who he is. Risk everything, you could have lost everything to a piece of shit, what could you really lose from a guy who would only want you for you? Also pick a guy by how he treats you, not because of his looks, money (though lack of from my past but I never cared about that), or even his popularity status, pick him because of the way he treats his friends and family, because if he treats them good then he will most likely treat you better. Don’t get one who wont even respect his family or yours. Also if he is a good guy you can still feel free even when your not because of other people. He makes you happy at times that happiness seems impossible to you.
I hope some one takes note of this and finds it to work for them. Its working for me and I’m in a horrible place when it comes to my ex. But each day I grow happier and happier.
LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE
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