I love this girl. <3 She’s always there to listen no matter what .

amandasamplease:

BABYGURLLLL

<3

That’s my giiiirrlll

Yo. Gettin some ice cream wit ma homies

m0317k5:

This is a picture of my aunt, my mom and me. I was about 4 or 5 when we took this picture in Vietnam. See my mom? I have my arms around her. I love her, with all my heart. More than anyone that will ever come into my life. Because she gave me life, raised me and loved me no matter what.

I’m sure you’re wondering why her face is like that. My mom is just like everyone else. She is no different then anyone else mom. The only thing that is different is how she looks. My mom doesn’t care for make up, for dressing nicely, she doesn’t care for herself like that. Let me explain.

When my mom was younger, I think about 7 or 8. She got really sick. At first it was just a fever, then that turned into something more. She had flesh eating bacteria growing on her face. She was rushed to the hospital but at that point, no one could do anything about it. Eventually, her face collapsed. My grandparents were wealthy, so they gave her all the surgery she needed to keep her life as normal as possible.

She doesn’t tell me about how things were when she was young. I’m sure it was hell. Being different then all the other kids, being made fun of. We think not having the right clothes and shoes is bad. Think about not even looking normal. She doesn’t talk about her childhood much. But she tells me about her adult life a lot.

She fell in love with a soldier. He didn’t care about what she looked like, he loved her for who she was. This intelligent women that didn’t care about her looks. This bright women that wasn’t lucky enough to be like the rest of us, but he loved her. He was eventually called out for war. They wrote letters every chance they could. He died in the war.

Eventually, my mom met this man. His name was Tom Bonn. He was from Portland, OR. He met my mom when she was in her 30’s. And he wanted to help my mom. He saw how she looked and he just wanted to help her out of the kindness of his own heart. He helped her come to America, to live with his family and relatives. To get her the best treatment possible to help her look normal. He paid for all of this and now we’re even considered his family.

Through all the pain and surgery, she doesn’t look like “normal”. She met my dad when she was here in Portland. They got married and had me. Growing up, I never questioned my mom why she looked the way she did. I never had to, because to me, that was what normal was. She was my mom. I would love her no matter what she looks like. She tells me this story a lot. And I’m so lucky she is my mom. I don’t care how she looks. She’s my mom and I love her.

When we go out, I always want to be with her. I love spending time with her, but what pisses me off the most is when people stare. She is just like everyone else. Just because she doesn’t look like you or me. Doesn’t mean she’s not normal. She is normal. I hate when people stare at her like she’s a freak. She’s not. She’s my mom. The women that gave me life, that loved me, that raised me. And I will always love her.

Yeah, she’s not the prettiest lady out there. But she’s my mom. And she’s beautiful to me. My mom never gave up on life. No matter what she looked like, she put her best face forward and gave life her all. And she’s what keeps me motivated each day. I love her now and forever. I’m not gonna waste time by not realizing how important my mom is to me until she’s on her death bed. I’ll love her now. I’ll love her forever.

Happy Mothers Day, mom. <3

<3

(via tanhaa)

m0317k5:

And this is what happens when my boyfriend makes me wait for him to get ready. -___-.

Man. I was cute. What happened. 

K.

#ootd (Taken with instagram)

I think my interview went pretty well! 👍 (Taken with instagram)

<3 My baaabys.

‘No other class has swagger like us’ 2013! @jay_ohh_be_easy (Taken with instagram)

GUYZ LOOK AT MY PUSSY.

Not camera whoring with a dog.. Not at all.