The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
Tegan Quin (via band-of-thieves)

(via the-acoustic-sweet-spot)

Birthday shots with @bnock92 ! #happybirthdaytome #me #bran* (at Picassos University)

Birthday shots with @bnock92 ! #happybirthdaytome #me #bran* (at Picassos University)

makinjakenpancakes said: It's your b-day? HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOOT WOOT!!!

It is.  Thank you! ^.^

My first birthday wish from the best person a friend could ask for. Thanks @xbeb0px ! Love you bunches! #happybirthday #bestie #bfff #text #me #happybirthdaytome

My first birthday wish from the best person a friend could ask for. Thanks @xbeb0px ! Love you bunches! #happybirthday #bestie #bfff #text #me #happybirthdaytome

Ready for tonight! #me #diary #nightout

Ready for tonight! #me #diary #nightout

#tbt to when I got my tattoos done in dec. of ‘12. #me #diary #ink

#tbt to when I got my tattoos done in dec. of ‘12. #me #diary #ink

#lazyday #me  (at Hyperbolic Time Chamber)

#lazyday #me (at Hyperbolic Time Chamber)

I had another night terror.
You were right there, by my side, holding my hand, promising you won’t ever leave. Then the next, you were gone, and I was alone. I got consumed by the vast abyss of loneliness as my walls came crashing down.
I awoke in a cold sweat to see a text from you; 98 minutes ago you asked if I was still up. I sigh as I respond, knowing full well I’ve lost my window of opportunity to be you’re main focus again even if just for a moment.
And now I’ll be up until 7 or 8 or 9 in the morning because my brain can’t handle being alone.
I had another night terror, the only difference now is you won’t come running to my side to help, and I blame myself for that.
Night Terror - CJI | 3:53-4:01 2.7.14
r-e-s-p—svee—t:

My first TT in a long time because, well, I fucking felt like it.

Hey, look, that’s me.

r-e-s-p—svee—t:

My first TT in a long time because, well, I fucking felt like it.

Hey, look, that’s me.

I don’t wanna waste the weekend
If you don’t love me pretend
A few more hours then it’s time to go
Drop In The Oceans - Ron Pope [lyrics from the 1st verse]
After work drink with Tiff! #hardday #drinks #me #alcohol #muchneeded @kristen_stevens44 @tantalizn  (at Picassos University)

After work drink with Tiff! #hardday #drinks #me #alcohol #muchneeded @kristen_stevens44 @tantalizn (at Picassos University)

r-e-s-p—svee—t:

I feel like this is something that I need to tell y’all about..

This is off the Mississippi River boarding Missouri and Illinois.  It shows a Power Plant across the River from Wittenberg, MO in Grand Tower, IL.  Further down the river are pictures of Tower Rock Conservation Park.  My father, Bo Inman, grow up in Altenburg, MO, a small town about 10 minutes from Wittenberg.  The school is the school he attended in grammar school.  It’s been a bit remodeled, but still has it’s old structure

6 years ago, we noticed something was off with him.  He starting slurring his words when he talked.  Then he started to fumble a lotand resorted to using a cane in the beginning.  Then his writing starting getting worse and worse, so bad he couldn’t even read it. He went to see some specialist and he was diagnosed with Cerebellar Ataxia.

Cerebellar ataxia can occur as a result of many diseases and presents with symptoms of an inability to coordinate balance, gait, extremity and eye movements.[2] Lesions to the cerebellum can cause dyssynergia, dysmetriadysdiadochokinesiadysarthria and ataxia of stance and gait.[3] Deficits are observed with movements on the same side of the body as the lesion (ipsilateral).[2] Clinicians often use visual observation of people performing motor tasks in order to look for signs of ataxia. [2]

My dad is a musician.  Plays guitar, banjo, harmonica, basically any string instrument, and he sings.  He taught me how to fall in love with music, and made the the musical person I am today.  I started singing and playing piano at a young age, picking up flute when I was 10 and guitar when I was 12.  I knew my dad was getting sick, but it didn’t really hit me until he picked up his guitar one day to teach me something, and he couldn’t play it.  I broke down in tearswatching him struggle.  The next time it hit hard was the day he came back from a garage sale with a walker.  I asked why, he was still walking fine, and he replied, “It was 2 dollars and, let’s face it, I’m going to need it eventually.”

I remember the day my dad became restricted to a wheelchair.  He is only able to transfer from the chair to another surface.  He barely has enough strength to life himself up.  It’s hard to see him like this, and I know this will kill him some day, could even be tomorrow, but… he’s my daddy, and he’s my hero.

-C.J.I

r-e-s-p—svee—t:

I feel like this is something that I need to tell y’all about..

This is where my father, Bo Inman, lives.  He lives in a VA assistant living home in Cape Girardeau, MO.  It’s a wonderful place, and they take real good care of him.  He is only 52 years old, making him the youngest resident.  You may be wondering why at such a young age, he’d need assistant living.

6 years ago, we noticed something was off with him.  He starting slurring his words when he talked.  Then he started to fumble a lotand resorted to using a cane in the beginning.  Then his writing starting getting worse and worse, so bad he couldn’t even read it. He went to see some specialist and he was diagnosed with Cerebellar Ataxia.

Cerebellar ataxia can occur as a result of many diseases and presents with symptoms of an inability to coordinate balance, gait, extremity and eye movements.[2] Lesions to the cerebellum can cause dyssynergia, dysmetriadysdiadochokinesiadysarthria and ataxia of stance and gait.[3] Deficits are observed with movements on the same side of the body as the lesion (ipsilateral).[2] Clinicians often use visual observation of people performing motor tasks in order to look for signs of ataxia. [2]

My dad is a musician.  Plays guitar, banjo, harmonica, basically any string instrument, and he sings.  He taught me how to fall in love with music, and made the the musical person I am today.  I started singing and playing piano at a young age, picking up flute when I was 10 and guitar when I was 12.  I knew my dad was getting sick, but it didn’t really hit me until he picked up his guitar one day to teach me something, and he couldn’t play it.  I broke down in tearswatching him struggle.  The next time it hit hard was the day he came back from a garage sale with a walker.  I asked why, he was still walking fine, and he replied, “It was 2 dollars and, let’s face it, I’m going to need it eventually.”

I remember the day my dad became restricted to a wheelchair.  He is only able to transfer from the chair to another surface.  He barely has enough strength to life himself up.  It’s hard to see him like this, and I know this will kill him some day, could even be tomorrow, but… he’s my daddy, and he’s my hero.

-C.J.I

r-e-s-p—svee—t:

I feel like this is something that I need to tell y’all about.

This is my father, Bo Inman.  I got to see him for the first time in a year on the 16th of June.  Here are some pictures of me that day with my dad, and the amazing dinner we had.

6 years ago, we noticed something was off with him.  He starting slurring his words when he talked.  Then he started to fumble a lotand resorted to using a cane in the beginning.  Then his writing starting getting worse and worse, so bad he couldn’t even read it. He went to see some specialist and he was diagnosed with Cerebellar Ataxia.

Cerebellar ataxia can occur as a result of many diseases and presents with symptoms of an inability to coordinate balance, gait, extremity and eye movements.[2] Lesions to the cerebellum can cause dyssynergia, dysmetriadysdiadochokinesiadysarthria and ataxia of stance and gait.[3] Deficits are observed with movements on the same side of the body as the lesion (ipsilateral).[2] Clinicians often use visual observation of people performing motor tasks in order to look for signs of ataxia. [2]

My dad is a musician.  Plays guitar, banjo, harmonica, basically any string instrument, and he sings.  He taught me how to fall in love with music, and made the the musical person I am today.  I started singing and playing piano at a young age, picking up flute when I was 10 and guitar when I was 12.  I knew my dad was getting sick, but it didn’t really hit me until he picked up his guitar one day to teach me something, and he couldn’t play it.  I broke down in tearswatching him struggle.  The next time it hit hard was the day he came back from a garage sale with a walker.  I asked why, he was still walking fine, and he replied, “It was 2 dollars and, let’s face it, I’m going to need it eventually.”

I remember the day my dad became restricted to a wheelchair.  He is only able to transfer from the chair to another surface.  He barely has enough strength to life himself up.  It’s hard to see him like this, and I know this will kill him some day, could even be tomorrow, but… he’s my daddy, and he’s my hero.

-C.J.I

r-e-s-p—svee—t:

I feel like this is something that I need to tell y’all about.

This is my dad, Bo Inman.  6 years ago, we noticed something was off with him.  He starting slurring his words when he talked.  Then he started to fumble a lot and resorted to using a cane in the beginning.  Then his writing starting getting worse and worse, so bad he couldn’t even read it. He went to see some specialist and he was diagnosed with Cerebellar Ataxia.

Cerebellar ataxia can occur as a result of many diseases and presents with symptoms of an inability to coordinate balance, gait, extremity and eye movements.[2] Lesions to the cerebellum can cause dyssynergia, dysmetriadysdiadochokinesiadysarthria and ataxia of stance and gait.[3] Deficits are observed with movements on the same side of the body as the lesion (ipsilateral).[2] Clinicians often use visual observation of people performing motor tasks in order to look for signs of ataxia. [2]

My dad is a musician.  Plays guitar, banjo, harmonica, basically any string instrument, and he sings.  He taught me how to fall in love with music, and made the the musical person I am today.  I started singing and playing piano at a young age, picking up flute when I was 10 and guitar when I was 12.  I knew my dad was getting sick, but it didn’t really hit me until he picked up his guitar one day to teach me something, and he couldn’t play it.  I broke down in tears watching him struggle.  The next time it hit hard was the day he came back from a garage sale with a walker.  I asked why, he was still walking fine, and he replied, “It was 2 dollars and, let’s face it, I’m going to need it eventually.”

I remember the day my dad became restricted to a wheelchair.  He is only able to transfer from the chair to another surface.  He barely has enough strength to life himself up.  It’s hard to see him like this, and I know this will kill him some day, could even be tomorrow, but… he’s my daddy, and he’s my hero.

-C.J.I / 19:08 / 19.6.2014

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 Hopeless Romantics

Hi, my name is CharLee/Ivy, and I'm an addict.

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Hope·less [ˈhəʊplɪs]: -Not able to learn or act, perform, or work as desired; inadequate for the purpose.

Ro·man·tic [rəʊˈmæntɪk]: -Characterized by a preoccupation with love or by the idealizing of love or one's beloved.

Hope·less Ro·man·tic: -A person is in love with love. -They thinks of love passionately.

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Ethnicity: I'm Caucasian, but my background is - 45% Polish, 30% German, 10% Bohemian/Czech [which is now home to the Czech Republic], 5% Scottish, 5% Irish, and 5% English.

Body Type: I'm 5'6", 108 lbs 121 lbs, 34-25-32. I feel I've gotten way too skinny. I'm not too big chested, but I am quite slim [you can see my hip bones pretty well]. I have slender legs, but, in my opinion, bigger thighs.

Zodiac: Cancer. I'm an emotional wreck, basically.

Though we've been through some rough patches, I would like to be live we will still always be friends.

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I've decided to come out::

-I do not consider myself Female, but Genderqueer. It's "most commonly used to describe a person who feels that his/her gender identity does not fit into the socially constructed "norms" associated with his/her biological sex. Genderqueer is an identity that falls anywhere between man/boy/male and woman/girl/female on the spectrum of gender identities." I prefer to be called "they" or "them," but "she" and "her" doesn't bother me too much. IMO, if "Tomboy" were considered a gender, that is what I would be.

-I also consider myself Pansexual as opposed to Bisexual. It is best described as: One who engages in sexual or erotic activities with partners of all sexes and orientations.

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