Cheers :)
my-teen-quote:

Teen? You must see this blog!
My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah
Nicholas SparksThe Notebook (via feellng)
hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

F. Scott Fitzgerald




(via psych-facts)

My heart is so tired.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via analyticalmuslim)
thickthighing:

l0kasenna:

officialnatasharomanoff:

slecnaztemnot:

nmscares:

#DidYouKnow #Deaf #DeafAwareness #education #SignLanguage #advocacy #NMSCares

This is actually sadly relevant. I had a lecture this summer about sign languages and Deaf culture and when I was finished, one hearing girl from the audience stayed behind to ask me some more question.
She asked me: “And your parents use sign language, right?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world and why is she even asking this, of course my parents must know sign language.
"No… They don’t, actually."
"And how do you communicate, then?"
"Talking?"
"But… isn’t that complicated for you?"
"It is, sometimes."
"They probably didn’t have time for it…" she said. And I haven’t the heart to tell her that my father was offered sign language courses several times, that I offered to teach them some signs and that they always refused.
But I did told her: “It is not that rare. Most of deaf people I know have hearing parents who don’t sign.”
It’s the sad truth. People are willing to pay for surgeries to “repair” their children, but they are not willing to learn something to communicate with them.

i’d like to add onto this with my own personal experience, too. i was born hearing, but as soon as i was diagnosed as HoH, my parents didn’t do anything to learn ASL. they were quick to put me in classes, but they wouldn’t when i suggested to them that they take the classes with me so that we could learn.
i’ve tried to teach my mom how to sign numerous times, but she always says that “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” to which i tell her that she can learn, she just doesn’t want to. which is true. neither of my parents want to learn how to sign, but they want me to be able to hear perfectly so they don’t have to repeat themselves.
little do they know that their frustration with me not being able to hear them would be solved if they would just learn how to sign. maybe signing something to me once instead of repeating themselves four times and then getting mad would be more beneficial.

I’m absolutely shocked at this, it’s never crossed my mind that many parents wouldn’t even try to meet their hard of hearing kids halfway.


Whoa there :/

thickthighing:

l0kasenna:

officialnatasharomanoff:

slecnaztemnot:

nmscares:

#DidYouKnow #Deaf #DeafAwareness #education #SignLanguage #advocacy #NMSCares

This is actually sadly relevant. I had a lecture this summer about sign languages and Deaf culture and when I was finished, one hearing girl from the audience stayed behind to ask me some more question.

She asked me: “And your parents use sign language, right?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world and why is she even asking this, of course my parents must know sign language.

"No… They don’t, actually."

"And how do you communicate, then?"

"Talking?"

"But… isn’t that complicated for you?"

"It is, sometimes."

"They probably didn’t have time for it…" she said. And I haven’t the heart to tell her that my father was offered sign language courses several times, that I offered to teach them some signs and that they always refused.

But I did told her: “It is not that rare. Most of deaf people I know have hearing parents who don’t sign.”

It’s the sad truth. People are willing to pay for surgeries to “repair” their children, but they are not willing to learn something to communicate with them.

i’d like to add onto this with my own personal experience, too. i was born hearing, but as soon as i was diagnosed as HoH, my parents didn’t do anything to learn ASL. they were quick to put me in classes, but they wouldn’t when i suggested to them that they take the classes with me so that we could learn.

i’ve tried to teach my mom how to sign numerous times, but she always says that “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” to which i tell her that she can learn, she just doesn’t want to. which is true. neither of my parents want to learn how to sign, but they want me to be able to hear perfectly so they don’t have to repeat themselves.

little do they know that their frustration with me not being able to hear them would be solved if they would just learn how to sign. maybe signing something to me once instead of repeating themselves four times and then getting mad would be more beneficial.

I’m absolutely shocked at this, it’s never crossed my mind that many parents wouldn’t even try to meet their hard of hearing kids halfway.

Whoa there :/

zenalien:

spaghetticunt:

this is creepy as fuck, I’ll take 14

:o

zenalien:

spaghetticunt:

this is creepy as fuck, I’ll take 14

:o

beginningtoenddiaries:

I fucked up.

beginningtoenddiaries:

I fucked up.

cydneyaquino:

I will always love you, no matter what..

cydneyaquino:

I will always love you, no matter what..

I saw the fear in your eyes; I swear, I saw the hurtful pain of everyone that ever let you down created in your soul. Your eyes are just as hollow as mine and I felt the struggle in the way you sighed. You breathe so uneasily and you worry that the future will never amount to all that it could be. I saw your hurt and I wanted to be the one to take it all away. I wish I could tell you all that I feel, all that I desire I could be for you. I wish my “I love yous” could be the words to ease the heaviness in your chest. I wish that I could wake you to kisses to make sure that you don’t feel alone when you first see the light of day. I wish I could hold you to make you feel safe, make you feel like you have a home within the boundaries of my arms. I saw the way you hurt and I find myself wanting to be the one you call when you’re having a meltdown, when you just want to talk. I lost a part of me in you and now I carry a heaviness with me in the middle of the day. I wonder if I hurt because somehow our souls are connected. I wish I could call you and sing to you until I make you laugh. I wish I could send you random text messages that tell you how beautiful you are, how I can’t keep my mind off you, how you make me feel like a kid again. I saw the broken you, all of your flaws, all of your imperfections and I loved them all. I loved all of you and I still feel that same way. I wish, God, how I wish, I could be there for you but we barely even talk and I lay in bed every night wondering if you ever find yourself needing me, if you ever find yourself missing all that we once had. I saw the fear in your eyes; I swear, I saw the hurt that everyone in your past ever created in your soul. We barely even talk and I don’t know what hurts more the wanting desire to be the one for you or the point of realizing that maybe you don’t need me not even a little, not even at all.
I didn’t want to fix you, I just wanted to be the reason for your smile (via h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart)

I’m so sorry

(via ghttomonster)
I saw the fear in your eyes; I swear, I saw the hurtful pain of everyone that ever let you down created in your soul. Your eyes are just as hollow as mine and I felt the struggle in the way you sighed. You breathe so uneasily and you worry that the future will never amount to all that it could be. I saw your hurt and I wanted to be the one to take it all away. I wish I could tell you all that I feel, all that I desire I could be for you. I wish my “I love yous” could be the words to ease the heaviness in your chest. I wish that I could wake you to kisses to make sure that you don’t feel alone when you first see the light of day. I wish I could hold you to make you feel safe, make you feel like you have a home within the boundaries of my arms. I saw the way you hurt and I find myself wanting to be the one you call when you’re having a meltdown, when you just want to talk. I lost a part of me in you and now I carry a heaviness with me in the middle of the day. I wonder if I hurt because somehow our souls are connected. I wish I could call you and sing to you until I make you laugh. I wish I could send you random text messages that tell you how beautiful you are, how I can’t keep my mind off you, how you make me feel like a kid again. I saw the broken you, all of your flaws, all of your imperfections and I loved them all. I loved all of you and I still feel that same way. I wish, God, how I wish, I could be there for you but we barely even talk and I lay in bed every night wondering if you ever find yourself needing me, if you ever find yourself missing all that we once had. I saw the fear in your eyes; I swear, I saw the hurt that everyone in your past ever created in your soul. We barely even talk and I don’t know what hurts more the wanting desire to be the one for you or the point of realizing that maybe you don’t need me not even a little, not even at all.
I didn’t want to fix you, I just wanted to be the reason for your smile (via h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart)

I’m so sorry

(via ghttomonster)
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