April 19th has come and gone…

And I’m still breathing.

We’re just not going to talk about the Yankee game.

screwsociety:

you know girls can tell when you look at their boobs

i don’t care how quickly you glance, 1 second is like 5 seconds in boob time

(via tea-books-and-blankets)

ribboneesta:

some feelings

  • entering a warm room after being out in the cold
  • peeling off your socks after a long day
  • the “boom” in your heart when you hear a firework explode
  • having someone brush your hair
  • the buzz of your fingers opening a package you had been waiting for
  • writing with a new pen
  • the funny feeling in your stomach when you see the sun outside your window and realize you’ve stayed up all night

(via rose-sierra)

hungarian:

what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom

Actually me. Every weekend.

(via tootlesthelost)

What's Wrong With Wyatt

This couple needs help figuring out why their ten month old son has never been able to open his mouth. Sounds simple enough, but doctors and specialists are stumped. Poor Wyatt chokes when other babies would simply dribble and drool.

Reblog and spread the word, maybe someone out there has seen this condition, or something like it, before!

"Deliver me in a black winged bird." 

A few years ago, I was painting a lot of cartoonish silhouettes. Now this one makes me think of Brad every time I see it.

"Deliver me in a black winged bird."

A few years ago, I was painting a lot of cartoonish silhouettes. Now this one makes me think of Brad every time I see it.

Last April 19th.

I unpacked some things around the apartment.

I went grocery shopping. On my way home, I saw you walking with Bryce. I beeped. You both waved. That was the last time I saw you alive.

I spent time with Abby.

We were going to Walmart in the evening, but it was pouring so hard we turned around and headed back to my place. As we pulled up outside, the rain let up. We decided to go.

We shopped.

I drove home in the rain.

When I passed your house, you were already gone.

We didn’t know.

I went to bed.

I woke up early on the 20th to the sound of someone letting themselves in my front door. I unlocked the bedroom door and saw my parents standing in the hall.

They sat me down on my bed. They were crying.

My dad spoke.

"Kato. Bradley overdosed last night."

I said no. He cried.

My mom. “He’s gone.”

"No, no, no, no, no."

"There’s another part of this. Today is your bridal shower. It was supposed to be a surprise. Cheryl says you have to have it. Brad would have wanted something happy to happen today."

I called Keith at work. All I could say was “um.” Over and over again. I finally told him, but I don’t know how or what I said.

I cried in the shower.

I smiled through my bridal shower.

I went to Brad’s house and cried with our family.

I went to Winterclove for my surprise bachelorette party.

I laughed. I smiled. I cried some more.

This April 19th, I’ll remember. I’ll love. I’ll cry. I’ll laugh. I’ll smile.

I’ll breathe.