I’ve never really had to cope with death before. My grandpa died when I was too young to really understand, but I’ve never lost any other friends or family until yesterday. Spencer was a coworker of mine, but also a really good friend with the biggest heart. He had these insanely huge blue eyes and a goofy voice that is still so clear in my mind. And he was such a free spirit. He’d drive his motorcycle all over the country just to go meet a girl he’d met here or there. He wanted to marry them all. He was such a romantic and the perfect gentleman. After floorsets at like 7am, we’d sometimes sit on the hood of my car and he’d bum me a cigarette and we would just talk about life and relationships and all of the things we wanted to do. I wish so much that he’d been able to do more. He had such big plans. He quit at American Eagle about a month before me, but when he found out that I was leaving too, he said he was bringing me cookies and came into work that night to see everyone at my last floorset and to say goodbye. He lived about a half hour from work, but that’s just the kind of person he was. When he went to leave that night, he gave me this huge, long hug and I remember feeling this kind of sad empty pang in my stomach. If only I’d known then what I know now, I would have squeezed a little tighter. Yesterday on the way to school, his motorcycle was hit by a truck and soon after, he was pronounced dead. He was only 20. My heart is in a million pieces for his family because I can only imagine what they are feeling right now. You don’t meet someone like him every day. Not by a long shot. He was a genuinely special human being.
Eeeevery once in a while I get something like this and I’m almost afraid to post it because some shitty part of myself assumes people will think I sent myself an anon?? Doing it anyway, because thank you 😚
After a 20-minute flight over the city of New York, Stephen Wiltshire, diagnosed with autism, draws the whole town with only his memory.
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?
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Sometimes you meet someone that makes you forget your “type”. You just know you’re happiest when you see them and that you never want to hurt them. We worked together for almost a year, and that whole time he had always kept an eye out for me. Stepping in when customers were assholes to me, swooping in to help me carry things when I looked like I was struggling, forgetting what he was doing to just sit on the floor and fold 300 hoodies with me for the chance to talk. He and I were our own team and everybody knew it. We never mentioned any sort of feelings until about two months ago, but I already knew. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such care in a persons eyes when they looked at me. Nowadays, he’s the guy who opens my car door for me and takes me out for drinks when I’ve had a bad day and helps me rearrange my room when I’m bored. He’s so spontaneous and openminded and kind. I just feel so lucky, but so does he. I don’t know if I’ve ever found that balance before but it’s kiiiind of magical.
When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.
|—||Oprah (via ugh)|
shout out to the kids and adults who have memory problems, who get yelled and screamed at by their families for not remembering things
or over-remembering. remembering things no one else seems to remember but still having blankets of empty in their memory and wondering why they can’t remember chunks of things or why their timelines are all off
oh my god i thought i was alone
i wanna s ur d ;) ((steal your dog))
a fun night out for me is going to target