Quote 17 Oct 250,940 notes
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye  (via thatkindofwoman)

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cochlear implants 2.5 yrs olllllddddddd

Video 8 Oct

colors! by deaf 2 year old <3 

Video 8 Oct

badass bitch

Video 8 Oct

same age boy w autism

Video 8 Oct

"Blow kisses!" **shoves cheese into mouth**

listening for two-word combinations. 

Video 26 Sep 252,190 notes

hellbunnyshutch:

Reblogging because this actually is a thing that should concern more people. 

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Quote 26 Sep 1,094 notes
At some point it becomes true that all stories
are love stories. all making, love making.
I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me
all the same. I wish there were a law
against condescending against love. against
the economy of fear that says your joy
means less joy for me as if love
were pie, or money, or fossil fuel
dug or pumped from the earth, gone
when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart
with its gift for magnificent expansion
is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar
cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,
the world lights up at its edges. when mouths
find mouths and minds follow or minds find
minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –
how about you call that sacred. how about you raise
your veined right hand and swear on the blood
that branches there, yes. I take this crush
to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy
until the bending’s its own pleasure. I will memorize
photographs and street maps, I will acquiesce
to the maudlin urgency of pop songs and dance,
and dance – there’s a perfection only the impossible kiss
possesses. there are notes you can only hear naked
in the dark of a room to which you will never
return. anything that moves the world toward light
is a blessing. why not take it with both hands,
lift it to your lips like a broth of stars. this
is the substance that holds our little atoms together
into bodies. this sweet paste of longing
is all that binds us to the earth.
and all we know of the gods.
— Marty McConnell, “Three of Cups”  (via quintessentials)

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Photo 3 Jul 1 note not pregnant and not trying to be not that anyone will read this anyways but I just love her body and her face and everything in this picture. WOW babies huh? pretty cool. thanks for the pic wikipedia.

not pregnant and not trying to be not that anyone will read this anyways but I just love her body and her face and everything in this picture. WOW babies huh? pretty cool. thanks for the pic wikipedia.


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