Couln’t help but laugh. & Post. Haha.
After years of trying to remember a book that I read when I was in middle school I finally found out the title.
First I searched “The Little Red Bird” I knew there was the word bird in it. I put Red because on the cover she was wearing red. I put little well, because she was young. No success whatsoever. Then I searched “The Bird in a Cage” I put cage because I knew it dealt with her feeling trapped in a situation. I typed in what I remember in the story in detail then I ended up with “The Homeless Bird”
Now, time to buy the book and read it again. It was a page turner then and I’m sure it’ll still be a page turner now.
I wish I could tell you that sometimes the person you “love” is not the one, that after 6 months of being all lovey dovey it will end up in a huge argument over something so little. It’ll end over one simple misunderstanding. I won’t because that’s something you gotta learn on your own.
What I can tell you is, be careful.
Moms, gotta love ‘em.
I hate those “Like in 3 Sec” post.
NICANOR! Look!
(Source: for-dance, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)
Thank you for bringing me to see my Mom. It was funny seeing & instantly knowing the dangerous color guy with awesome tattoos just by looking at him even if it was just his back. I wish I took your class ‘cause man! it was hella interesting and your professor is so awesome.
When Mother’s day came along in the year 2009 I cried so hard. I hated that I had to leave my Mom alone at the Philippines. Of all days… I nearly failed my classes going on the trip to see my Mom. But you know what? Yeah, it was worth it. We went shopping, ate out to nice restaurants, celebrated my 19th birthday, munched on Filipino snacks, and spent time with each other even if it was over at Medical City while she was getting her Chemo.
It’s been already a little bit past two years. As the days go by I miss her even more.
So Mom, please visit me in my dreams. I’m sorry for not visiting you on my birthday and not being able to visit you on Mother’s Day. I’m also sorry for disappointing Dad. But just, I miss you.
I love you.
“…it seems like our storm has turned into the better of weather…” — Charles D. Pendleton on our three year relationship & counting in a letter he wrote to me for my 22nd birthday.