Justin Bieber got arrested in Florida.
Y’all make fun of Florida but we’re the state that finally took him down.
That means he’s being held in custody there, yes?
wHAT NO DON’T LEAVE US STRANDED WITH HIM
Best Thing ever!
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@1 month ago with 272958 notes
"The most healing, comforting sentence in the English language: “You are not alone”."
@1 month ago with 585 notes
The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment
@1 month ago with 329087 notes
I’m at war. Not with another country, not with myself, not my friends, or family. No. I’m ar war with a mental illness. One that’s taken almost everything from me. One I cant control. It snuck up on me but in a way I knew it was coming. 15 months ago I gave birth at 9 am. A beautiful little boy. But right away I knew something happened to me. I should have been happy. I should have been feeling like I was on top of the world. My birth experience was traumatic and painful. I don’t remember some of it. I was really out of it the first day. But I was so so angry. I took it out on my husband. I didn’t understand why I was feeling the way I was. I started to feel detached from everyone and everything around me including my beautiful son. It made me angrier at myself. I was his mother. He depended on me. I took care of him but I felt as if there was no bond. We didn’t have a bond. He was a baby I was taking care of. He wasn’t my son. Because a mother has a bond with her baby. But slowly we made that bond. I had patience with him when I didn’t with anyone else. He was my everything. I’m sad and angry. I feel resentful. I question my faith. I question my parenting and my wife skills. I question me. I’m at war with a mental illness and I feel so hopeless because its starting to win.
@2 months ago