So did anyone hear about the officer who placed a woman under arrest for breastfeeding in NYC? She went to get on her bus, he pulled her back by the collar of her shirt, and as a result she dropped her 3 month old baby. He still placed her under arrest while her baby was lying on the concrete with a cracked skull. Her daughter died at the hospital while she was at the police station. He’s on PAID leave.
I was going through some of the notes in my phone and I just felt the need to get something off my chest… If that’s ok. I was thinking about the saying, “Nothing lasts forever” and it kind of made me sad and refreshed at the same time. Whenever I used to think about It I would think about a relationship where two people had outgrown each other. But… What if only one person has outgrown the other? It just makes me sad because there could come a time in my life where my man/husband outgrows me. Like, you can’t make someone love you if you’re not what their heart desires. The love that you ideally WANT to last forever might not. But on the other hand, I relate it to a feeling of pain. Nothing lasts forever, so neither will that. It’s a little harder to be optimistic when your heart kinda hurts but it’s always a little refreshing just to have that in the back of your head as well. Lol
okay guys i know next to nobody will reblog this but please
if a family member has ever made a “harmless” comment (what have you done to your hair/what the hell are you wearing/etc) to you about your appearance and it hurt you, please reblog this, i need to show my mum and step dad the notes.
“Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’
‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected.
‘I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.
‘I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, ‘Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’
I was kind of crying by then.”— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)