Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end.

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922

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ecsapes:

take your time love, cause it’s your life and no one else’s, sweetheart

choodraws:

initially had reservations about posting this super simple comic, but i think i’m okay with it now

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We can’t stay together forever.


Late Spring (1949) Dir: Yasujirō Ozu 

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darndangashes:

dudenaw:

WHAT

Pocho, the 5.2 meter (17 feet) long friendly crocodile!

You’ve already met Gustave the killer croc, now it’s time to meet Pocho.

Costa Rican fisherman Chito first met the croc after finding him with a gunshot wound on the banks of the Central American state’s Parismina river 20 years ago. He had been shot in the left eye by a cattle farmer and was close to death. But Chito enlisted the help of several pals to load the massive reptile into his boat and later give him aid and treatment.

In the words of Chito, “When I found Pocho in the river he was dying, so I brought him into my house. He was very skinny, weighing only around 150 lb. I gave him chicken and fish and medicine for six months to help him recover. I stayed by Pocho’s side while he was ill, sleeping next to him at night. I just wanted him to feel that somebody loved him, that not all humans are bad. It meant a lot of sacrifice. I had to be there every day. It took years before Chito felt that Pocho had bonded with him enough to get closer to the animal.”

At one point during his recovery, Chito left the croc in a lake near his house but to his amazement Pocho started following him. Later, Chito got the confidence to get closer to him, with first only attempting to splash with him in the river but later they bonded so well that for almost 2 decades the duo performed tricks for the local crowds.

But in October 2011, Pocho, around 50 years old at that time, died of natural causes and a funeral was held for him.

At his funeral, Chito couldn’t held back his tears and said, “Pocho is Pocho, the only one. There is no more Pocho. He will be the only Pocho there ever was.”

there’s … something in my eye …

me

Pochoooo. :(

loversneedlawyers:

A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking.

vorel-is-johnlocked:

prettyarbitrary:

moonblossom:

april-likes-things:

casismyfavoritecolor:

notquiteasociopath:

I have loved you for a thousand years;
I will love you for a thousand more.

for my John, who has been one of the best friends I ever could have asked for.

based on this post.

x

Excuse me I’m overflowing with feels

That sound you heard? That’s just my insides shattering.

*sniffle*

I’m crying right now.

Oh my god.