jumpingjacktrash:

dharmagun:

here’s a story – when i was little, we lived in a house that had no fence, but a twenty-five-foot wide strip of grass between the road and the house. my bedroom was on the side that paralleled the road. one night my mom came in, woke me up and told me i should sleep in the guest-room on the other side of the house and she tucked me in and we all went back to sleep. a few hours later, a drunk driver jumped the curb, went across the lawn, through a low hedge and slammed into the wall of my bedroom. my mom didn’t remember waking and moving me, so i still wonder.

moms are magic :U