mom: mama? ma? mommy?
baby: m..mY ANACONDA DONT
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. —Helen Keller (via feellng)
It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness. —Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via larmoyante)