Day 19.

I miss you like crazy, and for the first time I can remember, I dreamt with you on my sleep. I don’t know what is real and what is not real, but that dream? It felt too real and almost made me loose my mind. I have been to Paris only once, and I liked way too much. I thought I wouldn’t but me and my best friend did, this time it was only me, her and you. We we’re on our way to the museum, the moment I realized it was a dream it was because you were driving a car and we had left my friend back in the hotel but I would never do that to her, at the end she’s all most valuable person. We all miss you like crazy dad, I know one day we’ll be able to travel together like the old times, when I was to young and naive. I really hope to see you soon, like you promised we would.


Also I have food poisoning and feel like shit.


Felt like I should write about him and my family, meanwhile this nightmare is still going on.

maybe it’s too personal but idc I miss you I love you dad

kragehund-est:

you say you would sacrifice yourself to save your wife, you say you would kill someone to defend your children, etc. you’d do any sort of grand gesture for your loved ones. but what about in the mean time?

would you mildly inconvenience yourself? would you take them time to actually bond with them? would put effort into remembering their likes and dislikes? would you re-evaluate your beliefs? would you try to see an argument from their point of view? would you keep your voice level instead of raising it to intimidate them?

would you dedicate a few seconds every day instead of pledging one massive push at a hypothetical point in your life?

(via lifeafterpsychiatry)

that1geek06:

“English isn’t my-”

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

(via wonderlustlucas)


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