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The worst type of crying is when you are lying in bed, hands over your mouth. Your face scrunches up and you let out that first gasp. The tears are running down your face onto your pillow and you cry and cry so much that you can’t breathe. You ask whoever’s up there, “Why? Why me?” You sob, trying to gasp breaths in between without being loud. You have one hand on your heart and the other on your stomach because they both hurt. Eventually the tears stop flowing and you are left laying there, numb.
foobar137:

The good thing about being stuck on the Jungle Cruise: how often do you get to do a panorama of the elephant bathing pool?

Naomi Sims for Harper’s Bazaar, December 1968 (via)