Here’s the thing though: I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my cool around you. I’m simply far too happy to know you.
Dads are the best. My Dad, Hot Dads, Cab Dads, Subway Dads. There are Dads all around — good dudes who respect young girls and raise us (My Dad), watch us make it to the front door (Cab Dads), try to make a crying baby smile (Subway Dads), and look so goddamn good and are so goddamned sweet that you can’t help but want to ruin their marriage (Hot Dads).(via caragh)
We think we no longer love our dead, but that is because we do not remember them: suddenly we catch sight of an old glove and burst into tears.
“If you’re out there, wild and alive with so much still to see and do, don’t worry. The party marches on. The people are still lustrous. What’s changed for me, however, is that I now know that some nights must end, and some people I will lose. Getting older means learning how to say goodbye – to grieve and to grow.” -Bunny Kinney