Individuality there is a road which everyone takes a road full of uniformity and faulty mistakes it's a road paved by society with harsh and strict rules break one and face punishment which is ever so cruel you're not as pretty as her you're not as tall as him he's smarter than you she's got clearer skin you can never get a guy you're always rejected by girls this is society's power your brain twists and twirls you can zip your lips you can cower in fear you can be tossed around you can shed many a tear or... you can take a different path and do things YOUR way you can pave a new road you can express yourself freely you're beautiful in your own way despite your actual height, you're tall enough to face any fear you're smart and determined and you're proud to be who you are you don't need a guy to be happy you're independent and strong society doesn't control you you will reign over the haters say what you want to say stand tall and with self confidence stay true to your beliefs INDIVIDUALITY WILL WIN!

you don't have to be the best to start, but you have to start to be the best.

You Go, Moms. Imagine being told your child had a rare disease that cannot be cured. Imagine watching your child struggle and fight, hurt and cry. Imagine countless hospital visits and bills that never seem to stop coming. Imagine wishing you could take your child's place. Those are the kinds of things that moms of children with chronic illnesses live through daily. You go, moms. Happy Mother's Day.

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letters to you May Ninth, 2014 • We haven't talked in forever. When I say "talked," I mean a real conversation, not a salutation or a meaningless comment. So here I am now, writing "letters" to you. Okay, this isn't exactly a letter, but it makes things a bit easier to pretend that we're talking right now. I hope this finds you well. So how's #life? What have you been doing the past month in the time that we should've spent together? I'll tell you what I've been doing- missing you. I miss your smile. I miss your eyes, your laugh, and your sense of humor. I miss how you just understood me without any explanation needed. I miss how you were so accepting of who I really am. I miss getting to let go and be myself around you. Part of me feels like I'm dreaming. Everyone's always said it'd be you and I until the very, very end. It doesn't seem real that all of a sudden we aren't talking. It doesn't seem real that I'm engulfed in a wave of sadness and #depression because my other half is missing. I'm broken. I think about you 25/8. Yes, I said 25/8. That's more than 24/7. I can't stand the fact that whenever I think of our little inside jokes, your laugh rings in my head, not out loud for me to truly hear. I miss "yeah" being forbidden (and I miss that you're the only person who 100% understands what that even means). I miss everything about you and more. Whenever my eyes somehow manage to let a tear slip out for the world to see, that tear is over you. A girl will laugh about a guy she likes, but she'll cry about the guy she loves. I've never had the courage to tell you I love you but I do, and I wish I could tell you. I don't fear loving you. I only fear not being loved back. I'll "write" again soon. ❤️