Aaryn saw this photo on my wall tonight and asked if it was mine, saying she’d seen it on the internet before. It is kind of strange that tens of thousands of people have seen my bedroom, it is also kind of sad as this bedroom doesn’t exist anymore. When I get around to cleaning my room and making the wall pretty I may upload some photos of my new room. It’s kind of similar with less quirks - it is harder the create a homely feel in a white-walled apartment building than in a house your grandfather built from salvaged wood and homemade sand/sawdust/cement when you were first born.
always reblog it’s so perfect
i am crying so fucking hard
wow.. this is heartbreaking.
people often don’t show gratitude. I really should show more. Especially to my mother, I love her so much and I should tell her this everyday.. it’s the little things.. the thank yous and simple smiles and helping others. you could save someone.