e-v-an

yung-medusa:

 
la fuente
kalifornia-kussh:

smilefor-medarling:

**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror. 

For me, this truly puts everything in perspective. Cherish the ones you love — everything else is trivial.