There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be
Read this! And cry!… so beautiful
I hope you’re not mad because I love you so much, and I just hope that one day you could love me as me, and not as Annie.
|—||Jeremiah Van Guilder (via soulsscrawl)|
|—||Feel Good Ache (via psych-facts)|