Somewhere in Neverland...

So, this weekend I picked up some hours at the place where I was hired for my first job.  Though I realize that I don’t miss it at all, something happened yesterday that actually made me feel good about myself.  That’s not something I’d expect from working at a place that I couldn’t wait to leave three years ago.

So, I used to work at a produce farm.  I’ve always been the ‘fruit girl’ there because I hated working with veggies and getting myself soaking wet with changing out the water and ice buckets and all of that.  I’d rather just make all of the fruit look nice (and believe me, I do a damn good job at it).  Anyway, yesterday I was out in the farm stand prepping blueberries for the day and I saw this man and his wife (I’m assuming) walk in.  I immediately noticed that this man had a cleft lip.  Of course, I couldn’t tell if he had a cleft palate too, but he definitely had the cleft lip.  I, unfortunately, never got to speak with this man, but just seeing him made me realize something…

If you have a cleft lip/cleft palate you are still capable of being loved.  One day, you will find someone that loves you.  Someone who loves every inch of you, even your lip.  One day someone will ask for your hand in marriage, or you will ask for someones hand in marriage and they will say “yes” with overwhelming joy.  You are capable of being loved, even if you don’t love yourself.  

I hate when people say that you can’t learn to love until you learn to love yourself.  That’s not true.  That’s not true at all.  Sometimes it takes someone loving you whole heartedly to realize that it’s okay to love yourself.  It won’t happen overnight, but one day everything will fall into place.  You’ll find that person.  You will be loved.

Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via gretzky)

caloriq:

12 year olds are having sex and i can’t even order in mcdonalds without panicking

billycraplan:

I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes

hisandherquotes:

18+

bonus:

i like to tell people when i need to go pee

amplifytheworld:

imdifferentbuthappy:

lesliexox518:

newyorkkkkdoll:

boomboomclapclap:

ocheano:

yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this 
- my story - 

If someone said this to me i would cry from happiness

Awww 😍😪

I used to get texts like this 😍😖 so cute

crying because you just received what alot of us have been waiting for

I’ve reblogged before but I’ll reblog it again because your story broke my heart just stay strong 

amplifytheworld:

imdifferentbuthappy:

lesliexox518:

newyorkkkkdoll:

boomboomclapclap:

ocheano:

yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this 

- my story - 

If someone said this to me i would cry from happiness

Awww 😍😪

I used to get texts like this 😍😖 so cute

crying because you just received what alot of us have been waiting for

I’ve reblogged before but I’ll reblog it again because your story broke my heart just stay strong