Dad spends school year waving at bus, embarrassing son

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I can’t decide if this is the best or the worst dad ever

If a man wakes up every day to put on a costume SOLELY to wave his child off to school, he is a dedicated father and truly one of the best out there, even tho this probably embarrassed the shit out of his kid

im going to be this father

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"

"You’ve got something on your nose," he grinned.

She rubbed her face self consciously.

"Gone?"

"No, not quite." He smirked. "Here, let me."

She froze as he placed his broad hands on her shoulders and bent down so their faces were inches apart.

Using just his index finger he tapped her chin so she was forced to make eye contact.

Her breath caught and she blinked rapidly.

"Hold still." He told her with a seriousness that sent shivers down her spine.

He flicked something from the tip of her nose and leant back, looking satisfied.

She opened her mouth to say ‘thanks’, but he grabbed her waist before the words could come out, pressing his lips to hers.

She made a muffled sound of surprise and he grinned.

"I was lying. Your nose is perfect, but your lips looked awfully lonely and it seemed such an easily fixable problem I couldn’t help myself."

She flushed.

"I hope you didn’t mind too much."

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- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13 (via blossomfully)

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He smiled.

"You’re the kind of girl people read about in fairy tales."

I scoffed.

"I don’t want to be a princess. I don’t need saving."

He cocked his head to the side and considered me for a second. I could feel his eyes on me and I looked up to meet his gaze only to look away again. Those grey pools bore into me and I shrugged the shivers off.

"You’re not a princess." He began, "you’re the side character who nobody ever gives a second thought to. You’re the friend who takes the fall; the companion who’s always second best; the under-appreciated, forgotten character. You’re softly spoken yet always opinionated."

He sat down in front of me and lifted my chin so our eyes met. I shook my head and he paused.

"You act so strong, so on top of everything. You’re the girl who no one knows even though they think they do."

And then he kissed me and my heart flipped.

"You’re the girl authors dream of. You’re the symbol whose so understated only the select few understand. I would never demean you by comparing you to a princess."

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"

Addiction is not a weakness, addiction is a disease. Watching her as I grew up with sunken in eyes, muttering to herself was something I did not ask for but I loved her anyway. Don’t let somebody else’s disease destroy you.

Do not expect them to change. Do not expect them to change. Do not put your sanity into their sobriety. Support them. Do not expect them to change because they are your mother, father, because they love you.

When they call you at 4 a.m. slurring their words sobbing, tell them you love them. Then remember to love yourself too, hang up. Go back to bed. I know it hurts.

Even if she screams at you as she collapses on the floor, know deep down somewhere she loves you. Right now she can’t walk straight let alone get her shit together. Hold her.

The person standing before you is not the person you know. It is the addict within them — this took me 15 years to understand. Addicts are dishonest, sneaky, narcissistic, and thieves. My mother is intelligent, strong willed, determined and adventurous. Learn to know the difference.

There will be ups and downs. Cherish the ups. No matter how short. Try to let the past go, so you can have time to make better memories, trust me. Anger is going to consume you. I want you to bite your tongue.

When they reach recovery and sobriety, don’t talk down to them about how they fucked up. They are well aware and they are not proud. Do not increase the self hatred they already feel.

If it gets to be too much in one night? Leave. I understand all too well.

For the love of God, do not play with fire. Don’t you dare inject toxic into your veins like they did.

As you get older it’ll make more sense than it does right now. Your nightmares will ease and you will learn to trust again.

When they get in deep, you’ll drive to their house to make sure they are still there, still conscious. You’ll call constantly desperate to hear their voice. In my opinion this is the worst form of anxiety. You’re going to make it. Breathe.

Addiction can sink so deep into you, that it has the ability to kill you. Do not be afraid to call 911 when they’re passed out, wheezing. When they’re covered in their own vomit, hyperventilating. They will be angry. But they will also be alive.

Do yourself a favor and remind those around you who also deal with her cruel words, that this isn’t their fault. She’s not herself. Be realistic. Hope is excellent until you drown yourself in it.

A personal message from the daughter of two addicts to you — it will be okay. You don’t have to be like them, you are not them. This is an infinite battle but you will heal. I did.

"
- what I’ve learned through loving an addict  (via healingx)

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What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

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This is so uplifting  

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where are the people who told me that they’ll always be here when i need them? you’re just good with words and promises but you can’t stand on what you were saying and you’re just really good when you need something.


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Sometimes writing how you feel helps a little, but most of the time all you need is a ear who’s willing to listen and a shoulder to cry on.


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