My sister Christi had a baby when I was 17, and I had just heard about crib death. The horrible thing was that it wasn’t understood. For some unknown reason the baby would stop breathing. So I would sneak into where the baby was sleeping and put my hand in her crib, hold her little finger, and I’d sleep on the floor like that. It was stupid, I’m sure. But I thought the warmth of my hand might help, that maybe if she felt my pulse it would remind her to breathe. —
This is why I love Johnny Depp.
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Being 5’2, I appreciate this :)
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So a year ago today, I logged onto tumblr and saw this message from some random girl. Who would have ever thought that the next few months would lead to me coming to Buffalo and meeting the love of my life in person for the first time. I still remember how my heart felt when I saw her in the terminal standing there waiting for me. I cannot describe how refreshing it is to have her in my life … I feel like I have known her forever. Sarah, I cannot thank you enough for sending me that message. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you.
Hearing stories like this about people meeting through or because of the blog just makes my day. How awesome! :D
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i kinda want venomss…(;
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