Despite my failed attempts at raising funds for the baby on here, my friends and coworkers really cheered me up today by donating a shit ton of money. I really appreciate having people who care in my life.

Despite my failed attempts at raising funds for the baby on here, my friends and coworkers really cheered me up today by donating a shit ton of money. I really appreciate having people who care in my life.

Have you ever known someone or been a part of something, and you see news reports about that person or situation and it’s the most frustrating thing ever because it’s just wrong? Like, every word, and the way the words are put together are just fucking wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it

Athena has been off life support for over 8 hours now. She’s still breathing and has a strong heartbeat. I absolutely cannot believe this. I’ve never seen anyone want to live this much.

She’s been off life support for over an hour and she’s still hanging on.

I have spent the entire day in the Pediatric ICU at Long Beach Memorial. I have cried for I don’t know how many hours, I’ve watched dozens of people walk by me, sobbing, I have seen some of the strongest people I know literally fall to their knees in hysterics.

Yesterday, I came home from work with donuts because it was my diet cheat day. When I got there, there was a full house. My sister is engaged to an older man, who’s son is my age. His girlfriend has a little girl and everyone loves her. She was born premature, and I remember the first thing her mother telling me about her was that she’s a fighter. She was at my house yesterday. Yesterday, I saw her face covered in frosting as she was laughing. I helped her keep her balance as she walked around. I played with toys with her. I held her. Last night she had an accident that caused a skull fracture. Her brain swelled up, and bled. They performed emergency surgery on her, but it didn’t work. She was given two hours to live, and she fought beyond that. With more tests, she was given another 24 hours. We’re on hour 20, and with a ton of tests telling us she’s only alive because of machines, every one of us has gone in, we’ve talked to her, we’ve cried, and we’ve said goodbye. We’re now waiting for her mother to tell them when she wants it to end.

I’m sitting in a waiting room with about thirty people, and nobody is speaking. Occasionally, you hear a sniff and you look up to see them wipe their eyes again. Without any warning, I find myself crying again. Just fucking over and over. It won’t stop.

This little girl has fought her way into and out of this world. With four months in the hospital when she was born, through god knows how many surgeries, she has brought joy to everyone’s lives. She’s one of the most expressive and loving babies I’ve ever met, and I can’t even put into words how proud I am to have known her, if only for a little while.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. I guess sometimes you actually need to use this site to get shit out. It’s hard and it seems impossible to believe that anyone can be taken from you at any time. Her last day on this earth where she wasn’t in a hospital bed was spent playing in the park, eating red velvet donuts, getting new toys from the store, and practicing brushing cats on a stuffed animal so she could play with the “meow meows” when she came back to my house. That’s the only comfort I get from this, that she was happy and smiling without a care in the world a little over 24 hours ago.

Go hug someone and tell them you love them, even if they’re too young or too old to really get what you’re saying. Please.

I have spent the entire day in the Pediatric ICU at Long Beach Memorial. I have cried for I don’t know how many hours, I’ve watched dozens of people walk by me, sobbing, I have seen some of the strongest people I know literally fall to their knees in hysterics.

Yesterday, I came home from work with donuts because it was my diet cheat day. When I got there, there was a full house. My sister is engaged to an older man, who’s son is my age. His girlfriend has a little girl and everyone loves her. She was born premature, and I remember the first thing her mother telling me about her was that she’s a fighter. She was at my house yesterday. Yesterday, I saw her face covered in frosting as she was laughing. I helped her keep her balance as she walked around. I played with toys with her. I held her. Last night she had an accident that caused a skull fracture. Her brain swelled up, and bled. They performed emergency surgery on her, but it didn’t work. She was given two hours to live, and she fought beyond that. With more tests, she was given another 24 hours. We’re on hour 20, and with a ton of tests telling us she’s only alive because of machines, every one of us has gone in, we’ve talked to her, we’ve cried, and we’ve said goodbye. We’re now waiting for her mother to tell them when she wants it to end.

I’m sitting in a waiting room with about thirty people, and nobody is speaking. Occasionally, you hear a sniff and you look up to see them wipe their eyes again. Without any warning, I find myself crying again. Just fucking over and over. It won’t stop.

This little girl has fought her way into and out of this world. With four months in the hospital when she was born, through god knows how many surgeries, she has brought joy to everyone’s lives. She’s one of the most expressive and loving babies I’ve ever met, and I can’t even put into words how proud I am to have known her, if only for a little while.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. I guess sometimes you actually need to use this site to get shit out. It’s hard and it seems impossible to believe that anyone can be taken from you at any time. Her last day on this earth where she wasn’t in a hospital bed was spent playing in the park, eating red velvet donuts, getting new toys from the store, and practicing brushing cats on a stuffed animal so she could play with the “meow meows” when she came back to my house. That’s the only comfort I get from this, that she was happy and smiling without a care in the world a little over 24 hours ago.

Go hug someone and tell them you love them, even if they’re too young or too old to really get what you’re saying. Please.

My cheat day burger looks like a battle between heaven and hell.

My cheat day burger looks like a battle between heaven and hell.

I want to play Cards Against Humanity with Misha Collins.

vehiclesshockme:

swim-when-it-hurts:

swim-when-it-hurts:

Someone help me make this happen.

Yes, I’m reblogging myself. Someone make this happen. There’s over 1,500 of you on here reading this. One of you has some pull.

Can I play too?

Well duh! The more the merrier!

Nobody ever taught me how to not spend my money on stupid things.

How can I be a responsible adult when I buy stupid things

I want to play Cards Against Humanity with Misha Collins.

swim-when-it-hurts:

Someone help me make this happen.

Yes, I’m reblogging myself. Someone make this happen. There’s over 1,500 of you on here reading this. One of you has some pull.

dude

someone really needs to inform Jared Padalecki that the people running the Twitters for big companies are not the “rude” people he dealt with in person so he can stop being a dick to people who don’t deserve it.


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