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the-absolute-best-photography: You have to follow this blog, it’s really awesome!
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jsantagato:

“feelin’ like I can’t give you what you deserve, but I’ll get it for you one day.”

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beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence. On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad! Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased. It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father. Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper. Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. “You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.” The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak. “When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
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hopeinrecovery: hopeinrecovery: when i met him, i gave him the only clean razor we still had in our house. it was triggering me so badly because i had hid it from my parents. they thought they’d taken away everything i could possibly hurt myself with, but i always kept that razor under my bed. i gave it to him and i said “this is the last razor in my house, the last razor i could possibly hurt myself with. but i’ve realized that i’m more, and i want to stop. and sleeping with sirens has gotten me through when i didn’t think i could go anymore. you guys have been there when others haven’t. i know this is weird, but i’m giving you this because i promise to never hurt myself again.” and kellin took it and looked up at me with this beautiful expression of happiness, it was one of the few times in a long time i’ve seen someone so proud of me. he said, “thank you. thank you for giving this to me, and for giving life back to yourself.” and that’s why i love sleeping with sirens so much. i really miss this
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