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Crying, Easter, and God: speckleeyed 20 points 5 hours ago This past Easter, we went to our first easter egg hunt... My son was 8 and he is autistic. He doesn't understand the urgency. He doesn't understand he has to run. He doesn't understand there won't be an equal amount for everyone. In I swear to god 60 seconds 300 8 to 10 year olds cleared an orchard of 10000 eggs and my son got only 2. Most kids got overflowing buckets of them All my son wanted to do was open them all up. He was so upset andl couldn't fix it. Parents weren't allowed to cross the rope. But then another boy saw my son with his shoulders slumped looking so defeated and he went over to him and said "hey I see you didn't get a lot of eggs. I have too many. Can I share with you?" My son's shoulders picked up and he smiled and said "sure!" And the boy emptied half his bucket into my son's bucket and then ran off to find his mom I was in tears. I couldn't believe what I just saw. I told my husband to stay with our son I had to follow that boy. I had to thank him and his mother. I got to him when he reached his mom and I waited a minute...he didn't even brag about how kind he was. And his mom didn't see it. I said excuse me miss, I need to tell you about your son...dont mind the tears, it's something good. I told her how this was my son's first public easter egg hunt and how her son NOTICED him and voluntarily HELPED him and was so KIND and GENEROUS. And that she was obviously doing a great job because today is a day I won't ever forget...all because of the kindness I've witnessed here, I shook the boy's hand and mom's, And mom was so proud of her son...as she should be saltinthewind 3 points 2 hours ago Omg I was bawling by the time I got to the end of your story. For both you and the other mom Im crying so hard.

Im crying so hard.

Crying, Easter, and God: speckleeyed 20 points 5 hours ago This past Easter, we went to our first easter egg hunt... My son was 8 and he is autistic. He doesn't understand the urgency. He doesn't understand he has to run. He doesn't understand there won't be an equal amount for everyone. In I swear to god 60 seconds 300 8 to 10 year olds cleared an orchard of 10000 eggs and my son got only 2. Most kids got overflowing buckets of them All my son wanted to do was open them all up. He was so upset andl couldn't fix it. Parents weren't allowed to cross the rope. But then another boy saw my son with his shoulders slumped looking so defeated and he went over to him and said "hey I see you didn't get a lot of eggs. I have too many. Can I share with you?" My son's shoulders picked up and he smiled and said "sure!" And the boy emptied half his bucket into my son's bucket and then ran off to find his mom I was in tears. I couldn't believe what I just saw. I told my husband to stay with our son I had to follow that boy. I had to thank him and his mother. I got to him when he reached his mom and I waited a minute...he didn't even brag about how kind he was. And his mom didn't see it. I said excuse me miss, I need to tell you about your son...dont mind the tears, it's something good. I told her how this was my son's first public easter egg hunt and how her son NOTICED him and voluntarily HELPED him and was so KIND and GENEROUS. And that she was obviously doing a great job because today is a day I won't ever forget...all because of the kindness I've witnessed here, I shook the boy's hand and mom's, And mom was so proud of her son...as she should be saltinthewind 3 points 2 hours ago Omg I was bawling by the time I got to the end of your story. For both you and the other mom Im crying so hard.

Im crying so hard.

Advice, Ass, and Cats: SHAME YOUR CAT NOW MyCatFromHell Every cat's life is... CHAME YOUR CAT NOW MyCatFromHell HAME YOUR CAT NOW PMyCatFromHell Every cats life is worth something. bornthiswayward #i've reblogged this like twice#and i think some people are reblogging this as a joke#but bless this man and what he stands for femmadilemma how is this funny to anyone Those people obviously don't realize the extremely high kill rate for cats at shelters, not to mention that people literally dump indoor cats outside when they don't want them anymore, and indoor cats often die due to starvation/predators (duh they have no survival skills) Also I might also be crying drunkvanity Jackson Galaxy is awesome. His story is is that he used to be a drug addict, and that while he was in the beginning of his recovery he saved a stray cat and nursed it back to life, and in return the cat essentially did the same for him, and ever since then, he's taught himself everything there is to know about cats and since then, he's tanin re thcsavea behaorCat staughthm ea their behavior. Cats saved his life, so he's saving cats lives. He's awesome rogueofstorms His show has taught me more about how to take care of a cat than I learned from growing up with one himteckerjam Jackson Galaxy is the patron fucking saint of cats and I swear to god I will fight anybody coming for him You will catch these hands anightvaleintern I don.t like when people make fun of Jackson Galaxy when he gets emotional Because a) I get r over cats too, fuck you and b.) its mostly because he's a man and a patriarchal belief that men can't really fucking emotional cry or have feelings academicfeminist PLUS! He actually gives GREAT behavior advice, unlike another TV personality who works with canines and shall not be named because my blood pressure can't handle his ass n every cats life is
Ass, Bad, and Children: zaynsamosa white person: eats chicken tikka masala once* i just... i feel so connected... to indian culture... I'm learning to speak islam.... check out my third eye..... chakra teaboot Every time see this. Every damn time. I'm immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin class", "Namaste, Children", "l wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious- ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?" "I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking" Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven- foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli- smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like "a tree......... Is a Poem" and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I'm Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe l don't wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I'd go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I'm the 'troubled youth' you need to Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls Source: zintersoldier #Teaboot 238,334 notes Sep 29th, 2018 a tree Is a Poem