My cousin has two deaf parents and just posted
“You don’t know the struggle until you run out of toilet paper and everyone in your house is deaf.”
and i’m laughing reALLY HARD
Anonymous asked: On the 4th of December, when told by their girlfriend and mother that it was simply too early for Christmas decorations, Killian and Henry, determined to start getting the family into the festive spirit, began making their own cookies. Well, trying. "How much of the flour, son?" Yelled a greasy, butter-slick ex-pirate, as his adopted son shouted vague instructions from his perch at the table, attempting to dye some creamy icing a turquoise green. "Um... 400 grams?" He called, and Killian swore
under his breath, and attempting to scoop some flour out the bowl, promptly covering his early morning scruff and tan features in a down of white powder. It was then that his baby daughter who had been observing the madness with her wide green eyes decided that now was the time to start wailing. “Really, Ella, really?” He asked, running his hand through his hair, only spreading the flour even more, and dashing to his daughters side, thankful that the baby in the rocker was dressed simply in a diaper and a ‘Cuter Than My Daddy (And That’s Saying Something)’ t-shirt. Gently cooing to the child screaming bloody murder, everything was beginning to chill back down, when there was an almighty ‘CRAP’, as Henry, who had been attempting to reach a bag of white icing sugar on the top of the shelf, dropped a whole bag on his head. Killian whirled round in anger, and to top it all of, it was then that a tired Emma slumped through the door. She looked in disbelief at her floury family, and Henry prepared himself for an explosion, but what he received was the complete opposite. The beautiful blonde erupted into a fit of whooping, loud laughs, and ran to hug them, decorating her whole body in matching white powder. And so for the rest of the day, dressed mainly in pyjamas, the family finished making the cookies- using Emma’s recipe, this time. -Your Secret Santa XX
- Toby Barlow (via perfect)
The hardest part at this stage in life is feeling like you don’t really have a home anymore. I know I need to move on, and that there’s nothing left for me in my hometown right now, but I don’t know where to go next.