I always thought the quote was “And my head told my heart ‘Let love go’ but my heart told my head, ‘this time, no.’”
And I think I like it better my way.
your way is a nice way. I think I like it both ways.
Is it immature to giggity at the “like it both ways” part?
whoa
God this is a beautiful picture.
I absolutely cannot wait to ride one of these.
That’s what she said!
Shame she was also talking about a bus and I’m now in not a small amount of legal trouble…. :/
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
When you were little, you were a blank canvas. You didn’t judge anyone. You didn’t think anyone was an idiot or a prick. You didn’t think anyone was ‘ugly’. Sure, you may have realised early on that they looked a little different, but at that age you didn’t think that was a bad thing. And of…
