This is a Multifandom blog, but really? You'll mostly find Supernatural here with Sherlock, Star Trek and many many more fandoms. I like tea, sleep and long scrolls through Tumblr! I write, I scratch paper with pencils, and I'm friendly, so I'm always up for a good chat! My OTP is Destiel if it wasn't obvious but I really love them okay? Okay. No fandom hate here, no OTP bashing, NO BASHING OF ANY KIND!
I will always eat the rude, ride in the backseat of the Impala, catch a taxi with Holmes, beam aboard the Enterprise, jump into the TARDIS, swing aboard the Millennium Falcon, cacth 'em ALL, owe Nook my entire soul, collect those rupees, blue myself, wear a heart on my cheek, hop onto the Hogwart's Express, assemble heroically, swing through Gotham, build a barricade, and so much more ! Just you wait and see<3 Currently a member of Team Sharkacabra, GISHWHES 2013!
This all started when former fashion photographer Rick Guidotti met a woman with a genetic condition that took away the color in her hair and eyes. Upset that this woman would never be considered beautiful in the fashion world, Rick picked up his camera and set out to change that.
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And in that moment everyone realized that Forrest knew. He knew he was “special” and not like everyone else despite going to regular school and college. He knew that he wasn’t like everyone else mentally and his biggest fear was that his son would have to face life like that too. The bullies, the name calling, the confusion, everything. This broke my heart because all he wanted was a better life for his son in every way.
I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”
“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”
It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.
omg this is beautiful
My dad has had cancer twice already and all I remember is him looking I’m the mirror saying “I’m disgusted” ill never forget the day that I saw him lose hope