He finally can put weight on his leg again but he’s going to have a huge scar. But he’s getting back to normal
Honestly if I could I’d want my grandmother back, but only if she was like she was before she was sick. I miss her so much, our talks and all the advice she would give. She was always there when I needed her. Wed lay in her bed and watch game shows for hours and then I’d help her make dinner or some kid of Hungarian sweet.
I pick my
scabs to make scars
to tell the stories for which a thousand words
can never tell.
Go for it.
I hate when people ask questions during movies like do you not understand that the movie purposly doesn’t tell you things in order to build suspense
"Who are they?" "What’s going on?" I DON’T KNOW, I HAVE BEEN WATCHING THE FILM AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU, I DID NOT WRITE THE FUCKING SCRIPT.
My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.
Life is like a cup of coffee. It’s really bitter until you add lots of sugar.