Young man had sign saying, “free hugs”, at a Portland Ferguson rally. This cop took him up on the offer.

This child is moved to tears from being shown kindness by a cop. That means that this boy did not expect to be shown this simple kindness by someone that has sworn to protect and serve him. Someone that he is supposed to trust. 

Learning to be okay without him is weird.
I swear I’ll be fine for weeks,
but one morning I’ll wake up
and my heart feels heavy for no reason at all
And I feel like I lost him all over again.
It’s just hard, you know?
Thinking you’re making all this progress only for it to be ruined when you see someone else brush their hair out of their eyes the same way he used to.
One little thing, and bam-
You start thinking that you’ll never be able to live without hearing his laugh ever again.
—  I’m okay, but I’m not really okay
I’m so sorry I loved you for so long. I’m so sorry I kept trying to hold onto you when it was obvious that you didn’t want me in your life anymore. All you wanted was to be set free and I think I have finally learned to let you go. Not because I want to, but because you’re happy without me. And all I ever wanted was to make you happy.

How to destroy yourself:

Fall in love with him. Fall in love with the way he walks. Fall in love with the way his eyes change from green to grey in the summertime. Fall in love with the way he brushes his hair out of his eyes when he’s nervous. Fall in love with his sweaty palms. Fall in love with the way he looks at you. Fall in love with the way he whispers your name. Fall in love with the taste of his mouth. Of his skin. Of his hair. Fall in love with his bony chest and the scar he got on his stomach when he was seventeen. Fall in love with the way he tells you that you remind him of his sister. Fall in love with the sadness in his eyes when he’s broken, and how they can only be brought back to life when you kiss him. Fall in love with his laughter. Laughing with him. Hearing him happy. Fall in love with the sound of him listening to you. Fall in love with the love in his eyes when he watches you gaze out the window during long car rides. Fall in love with the way he entangles his fingers into your hair. Fall in love with his voice in the morning. Fall in love with the way he can’t fall asleep without making sure you know how much he loves you.

Start to recognize the change of tone in his voice when he says goodnight. Watch him divert his eyes to the floor when he’s talking to you instead of looking in your eyes. Notice how he stops paying any interest to your dreams. Wonder what you did wrong. Realize that there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent this from happening anyway. Cry. Miss him. Cry again. Fall asleep shaking. Beg for him back. Listen to his voicemails 13 times in an attempt to remember what his voice sounded like. Fall asleep inside cold sheets where he used to keep you warm. See him on the boardwalk holding a pretty blonde girl’s hand. Realize it’s really over. Realize he hasn’t thought about holding you since the night he said he’ll “always love you, but he just doesn’t want to do this anymore.” Miss him like hell. Fall apart in the middle of a crowded room. Wake up with tears stained onto your cheeks. Miss him again. Repeat.

He will decide to stop loving you.
When he does, do not let him see your tears.
Don’t fall apart in front of him; act as if you are unaffected.
Leave quietly, carefully, without looking back.
Listen, baby, it’s going to hurt,
and you’re going to cry yourself to sleep for months.
Your chest will feel like it’s caving in, God, it’ll hurt.
Pick yourself up and keep going. Love like you have never been hurt.
—  When he leaves 

When I was seventeen I fell in love with a boy and his lips and the way they felt against mine mixed with cold winter air.
I thought I had found him.
I loved him so much, baby. I swore he was the only one for me.
He was an addiction. I never knew what love felt like until I saw the way he looked at me in the middle of a crowded room.
He was everything, baby. I would’ve died to see him smile. And if I’m being honest.. To this day, his laugh is still the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
He left, and I spent months choking up every “I love you” that ever escaped his lips. He ruined every happy song and every sad song. He consumed me, and the loss of him shook me to the core.
I felt the loss deep in my soul and I swore to God I’d never be okay again, not without him.
I didn’t want to love if it wasn’t him.
I spent days in bed and I read every single sad poem I could possibly read and cried and cried and cried into my mothers arms. And slowly, I learned.

But baby, heartbreak happens. And it fades. I’m telling you this because I know.
It will be okay.

Cry when he leaves.
Cry when you see him with another girl a week after he said, “I don’t love you anymore.” You are not weak.
Stay home from school and crawl into my arms. I will be here forever, I promise you this.
Scream if you need to. Let’s burn his sweatshirt in the backyard.
Baby, you will love again.
You’re bruised, you are never broken.
I know how much this hurts.
I’m so proud of you.

—  The letter I’ll give to my daughter when her first love breaks her heart
Sanders Visits U.S.-Mexican Border

Bernie Sanders is the best candidate for President place in this race.

We see how Bernie cares about simple people. And he understands that the border with Mexico is a heartbreaking problem, many people suffer because of it. Their families are being divided by the brutal immigration policy. 

I hope Bernie will help all those people.

#GoBernie #FeelTheBern


And so, you just do it.
You get up, and you say to yourself,
“I don’t care if my heart is bleeding. I don’t care if thinking of him touching someone else’s skin hurts so bad that some days I can’t even form sentences. I’m not going to let this ruin my life anymore.”
And just like that, you move on.
You get out of bed. You look in the mirror and whisper his name until it doesn’t mean anything anymore as it rolls off your tongue.
You wear his favorite dress and you accept that compliment from another man in the grocery store.
You get in the shower and feel his fingerprints rinse from your skin.
You lick your lips without tasting his mouth.

And baby, you move on with your life.
It will take a long time. Don’t expect to wake up one morning and never think of him again.
You’ll move on, but there will be days you still miss him.
And that’s okay, love. Some days will hurt more than others.
But you live.
You visit beautiful places, and you meet beautiful people, and you live.
You learn that he isn’t the end of everything.
You learn to be happy on your own.
And God, it is beautiful.
—  God, it is beautiful