That child is not sad. That child is not angry. That child is not wondering what kind of life he could of lived. That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me? That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents. It’s their decision, no one else’s.
a fuckingg justin bieber picture has more notes than this. you’re all heartless. fucking reblog it, unless you’re ashamed to have a picture or post related to a child with a disability on your blog, in that case, you can now go jump off a bridge.
automatic reblog as soon as I saw ‘autistic’. Reminds me of my cousins. <3
Wait for the right one to come. It is not that nobody wants you. It is not that nobody notices you. You are a treasure hidden somewhere magical, and one day, someone will find you, and they will do anything just to keep you for themselves. Just because you’re not a diamond on a billboard for everyone to admire, does not mean you’re not valuable. It just means that you don’t come with a price. You’re a jewel worth finding. Just wait to be found. I hope that you know that.
You shouldn't need to show skin to get a man. You don't have to wear low-cut shirts and tight jeans to get attention. That's not the kind of attention you should want anyway. The guy that likes you in a baggy t-shirt and sweats is the only guy who even deserves you.