This little girl right here is my cousin, Madison. She was born with down syndrome. Everyday after kindergarten she comes home crying because people say she looks weird or she shouldn’t have no friends because she’s ugly. It so heart breaking to hear Her talk about how she wants to be ‘pretty like the other girls.’ please reblog so I can show her that people think she’s beautiful the way she is.
I will Re-blog this every time it’s on my dash.
jesus christ, i love this sooo much.
It’s about Harry and I wish to stay anonymous I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. My brown curls were in a mess, my eyes tired, and my expression painful. Sometimes I honestly just don’t think I can do this anymore. I can’t deal with the pressure to be that perfect band member whose supposed to be confident and collected. Can’t anyone see I’m hurting here? I’m not ungrateful, I’m just sick of this.
I turned on the hot water of the bath and stripped my clothes from my body. I threw my grey shirt, levi jeans, and boxers into the hamper and slowly elevated myself down into the hot bath. The warm water swarmed my body and I let out a sigh. I shut my eyes and drifted off into a half sleep.
*tap* *tap*
“Harry?” (y/n) whispered through the door. “you’ve been in the tub for nearly an hour, come out won’t you?”I opened my eyes, blinking a couple times to regain my vision. Has it really been that long?
“(y/n), I’ll be out in a few” I called to her weakly.Instead of a reply she opened the dark wooded door and peered in.
She smiled gently and said “I can tell by your voice something is wrong, you can’t fool me, I know to much about you”She opened the door fully and stepped inside the tiny bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She started to pull off her dress and undergarments until she was fully naked.
“mind if I join you?”
I nodded for her to come in to the tub and she yet again smiled that sweet smile, her one dimple grazing her left cheek.
She climbed into the tub and sat on top of my lap. Wrapping my arms around her waist I burrowed my face into her hair as I felt tears start to prick my eyes. We sat like that for what seemed an eternity.
She finally looked up at me and raised her hand to my fringe and moved the wet curls from my eyes, wiping the tears from each eye carefully as well.
“now, why don’t you tell me what’s up?” she asked.
Live fast, have fun, and be a bit mischievous. That’s me!
I want this tattooed on the outside of my foot :)
