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my dads a pretty tough guy but his kids (including my brother, a grown man) can make him go 😘😘 on the phone with 0 effort. he must give all of his kids kisses before hanging up

i’ve always thought it was so beautiful how people have the capability to fight for others, including complete strangers. like the fact that we have entire hospitals to help each other, the idea of surgeons in those hospitals who’d have 30+ hour surgeries to save one life. firemen running into a burning building and training for the possibility of it ever happening. people volunteering to help in a country they’ve never been after a natural disaster, expecting no money in return for their kindness. i think this urge to help and be a part of this and keep as much people as possible alive is something natural and it might just be what we were made to do and be. even if you think you’re unloved, your life would always be considered worth saving, if not by those around you then by the surgeon, the firefighter, the paramedic, the volunteer, the eye-witness who’s hell-bent on not losing you.

sleeping at last saying “you are loved, you are loved, more than you know. i hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so” and “i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best” and “with every heartbeat i have left, i’ll defend your every breath” made me believe in love.

bon iver’s music feels like having your heart and your lungs gently carved out to have them decorated with flower petals and moss and leaves and then having them given back to you and every breath hurts and you’re light headed but it’s okay because it’s beautiful and it’s yours and dying a gorgeous death feels more heroic than living a life without ever wilting.

thinkin abt how beauty has no weight class or look..... and it exists bc u do.... u are It

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face lights up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

novo amor, sleeping at last, bon iver, bruno major and vancouver sleep clinic make me levitate into a world where my body does not know how to hate itself

when mark sloan said “i’m still in love with you” and lexie grey said “i have a boyfriend now” and mark sloan said “i know, i’m saying you could have a husband” !!!!!!!!!!!!