Tonight, I babysat a little boy named Marley. Marley is a very smart, energetic two year old. He loves to dance and sing and is just overall a very happy child. After I finished dishes, Marley came up to me and pointed at my self-harm scars. “Boo boo?” He asked, frowning. That was the first time I’d ever seen him so distressed. I kneeled beside him, taken aback by his noticing. All I said was, “It’s a sad boo boo.” Marley signaled for me to wait there. He came back and put a bandaid on my arm and then proceeded to kiss it. He told me it was a happy boo boo and it would be all better. I love this little boy to death and this was the only time I have ever seen him look so frustrated. When I thanked him, he just grinned and pulled me back to play games, every so often asking if my boo boo was still happy.
I’m crying so much, omg.
I don’t normally reblog things like these, but this is just so sweet.
my heart!
you better watch out
you better not cry
better not pout
i’m telling you why
you’re 10 years old and have an iPhone you little shit
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You see that, Justin? FOR ALL ETERNITY.
This makes me wanna cry! Dx
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so fucking epic.
omg
fodastico
WHERE’S BATGIRL?!
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so true hahaha
