Nothing seems to be worth the effort i put into it. Absolutely nothing. I need to comes with terms the the world does this to good people.
My stomach and chest are starting to do what they do before i want to disappear forever. I hate this feeling. Its horrible.
Saying “my friend” is just much easier than saying “this person I follow on tumblr” so you’re all my friends whether you like it or not okay
Rebecca, age 8:
When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
Terri, age 4:
Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Danny, age 7:
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
Nikka, age 6:
If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Elaine, age 5:
Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7:
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Mary Ann, age 4:
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.