**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror.
I just saw this in the tattoo tag but arrrghehfdhsuih I just wanna hug you, this is such a special tattoo.
this is so beautiful
i love him.
was not expecting this to get more than 10 notes tbh omg
can we talk about how this person is not at all surprised…which probably means he does this often….ok where can i buy a boyfriend like this?
do i even have a sense of humour anymore or do i just laugh at badly worded sentences
I CANT BREATH LORD JESUS CHRIST FUCK OMG
did this guy just livetweet a poisoning
that he committed
Social media needs to go away forever
what the actual fuck
James Dean in his apartment on West 68th Street, New York City, 1955.
that’s it, that’s the show
|—||Margaret Atwood (via psych-facts)|