brandonnoah:

It’s the best feeling of your life once you fall in love, because you finally realize ‘I finally have the thing I need to be happy’. And then you forget. So, then what happens is, instead of waking up every morning and shouting ‘Somebody loves me!’ you start looking around and thinking ‘What do I want now? What’s the next thing I need to be happy?’ So… you look and you look, and you keep thinking you found it, but nothing works. And the reason that nothing works is because…that hole in your heart that you’re trying to fill is already filled. You just forgot. You begin to take your loved one for granted, and you forget to remind them how much you love them. To say those three words, that reassures them of the truth. To say that they are wanted and loved. Don’t ever forget. Always remember how much you wanted to be loved, and how much you are loved and to remind your love that they’re loved. It’s so important to say these things while you can because when it’s over, it’s over. And if you can do that, and that isn’t easy, you will stop looking and realize you already are happy.

(Reblogged from brandonnoah)

happy birthday noah. miss and love you

ignorance

you frustrate me its not because i don’t like you but what you do or what you don’t do frustrates me. you don’t realize how sick she is and you have the balls to go along with her dumbass friends and not take it seriously. did you even bother to actually learn about or read about what she has. maybe did you even realize that what she has isn’t cured in one day or a week. its lifelong. did that even cross your mind. so before you make yourself look more like a douche and insult her even more, do your fucking homework. defend her because she isn’t strong enough to fight for herself. get your fucking act together, this isn’t a joke.

effrayé

i think the worst kind of illness is one that you can’t fix physically. you can’t take antibiotics or pills to cure, you can’t just go to the doctor or the hospital to get cured. one that you have to overcome yourself, no matter how many people can support you and help you along, it comes down to you, as the only one that can cure it all. i wish i could take it away make it go away, i wish there was a medication that would heal you, i wish you didn’t have to feel the way that you do, and you wouldn’t have to be scared of yourself. i wish he was here for you to talk to, to be a support that you so desperately need. they say that this is all due to recent events that you never really healed. i wish you did. i wish you had opened up instead of holding everyone else together. i’m frustrated and angry at you for not saying anything, but mostly at me, that i didn’t realize that you were hurting too. i hope everything goes well. babysteps. you’ll make it. i know you can. stay strong.

thankful

i’m thankful for the people in my life. the clean bill of health. all the things that my parents have been able to provide for me.

there’s one more seat open at this table this year. but we will remember how much you loved the spirit of this holiday. we will always remember and love you.

This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt like hell
This is gonna damn near kill me, sometimes the truth ain’t easy
I know that you’re scared of telling me something
I don’t wanna hear, but baby believe that
I’m not leaving, you couldn’t give me one good reason
Love don’t run, love don’t hide
It won’t turn away or back down from a fight
Baby I’m right here and I ain’t going anywhere
Love’s too tough it wont give up no not on us
Baby Love don’t run

(Reblogged from the-absolute-best-posts)

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

even though we don’t talk now, i’m tired of hearing about how miserable you are. i’m glad that cam is coming to help you this weekend.

it haunts me to remember just how devastated you were during the beginning of this summer how you would tell everyone you were fine and then duck away into the bathroom, turn on the sink and just cry letting the running faucet drown out your sobs. how we’d find you there. i hope you aren’t doing that now, although from what i’ve heard, it’s getting pretty bad.

hang in there. be strong. you know he would want you to.

militaryheroes:

ROCKFORD, Iowa — A fallen Navy SEAL’s Labrador retriever proved his loyalty this week when he walked up to his master’s casket and lay down, refusing to leave his side.

Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson, 35, a San Diego resident, was among 30 American troops and 22 fellow SEALs killed when a Chinook helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan on August 6.

During his funeral in his hometown of Rockford, Iowa this week, Tumilson’s dog, ‘Hawkeye,’ walked up to the casket, heaved a sigh and dropped down as about 1,500 mourners looked on.



A photograph of the emotional moment was captured by Tumilson’s cousin, Lisa Pembleton, and posted on a memorial Facebook page.

(Reblogged from lizbethchang)