Not the time for a dad joke.

He’s ready.

the time is nigh

bong rips  photo cred: sunshinee-inabag

I remember how my ex used to do that when she was sad, she sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist and just kept kissing my neck softly and slowly and i stroked her back for like 2 hours without saying anything and that’s all and i really fucking miss her.

The caption hurts me in the heart bit
"That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second."

read that, again. 

things I need to beat into my brain

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Virtual Protest! Boycott Autism Speaks, everywhere!
Image description: Picture is of a woman, wearing glasses and holding a sign that reads: My Autistic children are happy and healthy, smart and funny, resourceful, persistent and capable of speaking for themselves. They are not missing, merely existing, a burden, tragedy, epidemic, health crisis, or a national emergency. I am not in despair. Please do not believe Autism Speaks when they try to tell you otherwise. ‪#‎BoycottAutismSpeaks‬

This, thank you.

Seriously everyone needs to take a look at TACA (talk about curing autism). It has loads of information on what autism is and even how you can pretty much get rid of the symptoms. here

the point of this post is to acknowledge that we do NOT need to be “cured”
"Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me."
A novel written by me.  (via bl-ossomed)

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“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”