(Source: trulyquotable)

I always feel a little lonely and jealous when I see moms and daughters shopping together. I’ve never done that. I feel sad, but extremely appreciative that my dad makes such an effort to make up for things I’ll never experience.

And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa)