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awwww-cute:

like my ducks?

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Don’t bring up the past of a person who is trying to improve their future
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thaunderground:

evoria-chill:

beautiful-ambition:

sophisticantsophia:

chiefsimba:

taint3ed:

validx2:

Even mom  turnt

YOOOOOO

So live!!!!!

I’ve never been so hype to have kids in my whole life

Me as a mom tbh

Mom killed it

damn! what is this shit called???

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Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”


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May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

For me there are two wise lessons in this story: Grief and loss are ubiquitous even for a young child. And the way toward healing is to look for how love comes back in another form. - May Benatar

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unclefather:

theskeetman:

if you have nothing good to say say it

i hate stuart little and i don;t think he deserved 3 movies

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hirxeth:

"You said for better or for worse. You said that. You said it. It was a promise. Now, this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I’m gonna get better."
Blue valentine (2010) dir. Derek Cianfrance
can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

why is there a huge jug of oregano??? who the fuck puts oregano in brownies?????

i have been informed that it is not oregano but is in fact marijuana

validx2:

When you ask your mom a simple question & she yells her response.

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