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SAN FRANCISCO—A 14-year-old girl was reported missing on Wednesday, February 18, 2021. The teen left her family’s home between 8 p.m. February 16 and 1:30 p.m. Feb. 17, according to the SFPD’s twitter account. New evidence show a withdrawal of the girls savings account that give new locations of the teens whereabouts and exact time of departure.

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Kaitlin Gallaread was reported missing on Wednesday 18, 2021.

Kaitlin Gallaread, left home without giving notice to her family and they have not heard from her since her disappearance. New video from Ring Surveillance outside the Gallaread home shows Kaitlin leaving the house at 9:44 p.m. on February 16, 2021. Kaitlin’s father Jason Gallaread, gave KTVU details of an ATM withdrawal from Kaitlin’s bank account that took place two hours after leaving the house. The ATM was located in San Francisco’s Chinatown.  Two more withdrawals were made in West Sacramento that emptied Kaitlin’s savings.

“I’m hoping she didn’t get tricked into something and someone has her drugged up somewhere and forcing her to do things and I am very scared for her right now,” Gallaread told KTVU. Gallaread say’s all calls made to Kaitlin’s cell phone go straight to voicemail currently. Officer Robert Rueca stated, “We are not speaking to the activity of cellphone and the usage of any credit cards or debit cards. Again we are looking into every lead.” Katlin is described as a 14 -year-old, African American female, 5 foot 1 inch and 90 pounds.

New Evidence In Connection With Missing Teen was originally published on San Francisco News

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One of Vincent Van Gogh’s missing paintings found could fetch up to 10 million dollars at auction.

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Sempre me pego refletindo sobre minha vida, acho que isso é normal na vida de todo mundo. As vezes fico lembrando dos momentos bons que já vivi, já compartilhei com pessoas especiais, algumas nem estão mais em minha vida, seja por vontade própria, seja porque a vida levou. E as vezes me bate uma saudade desses momentos. Sempre tem uma coisa que me leva de novo ao passado, um cheiro, uma música, uma cor, um filme, um detalhe. E esses dias estava refletindo sobre meu irmão. Sobre o quanto ele é especial para mim. Em breve irá fazer dezoito anos, e é como se todos esses anos tivessem passado num piscar de olhos. Lembro-me do quanto sonhei em ter um irmão, alguém para brincar, para cuidar, para amolar as vezes. Confesso que eu era uma criança, não tinha muita noção do que era ter um irmão, mas eu queria. E quando minha mãe me disse que eu iria ganhar um irmão, foi a maior alegria que eu já pude sentir, saber que todos os sonhos que eu tinha sobre iriam se concretizar. É claro que eu queria ter uma irmã, para brincar de boneca, de casinha, compartilhar o mesmo quarto e tal, mas com o tempo vi que isso era um detalhe, o mais importante eu já tinha ganhado, um irmão para toda a vida. E agora que ele está namorando, que eu parei para me dar conta do quanto o tempo voou, de quanta coisa vivemos juntos, muitas brigas, muitas infantilidades, muita raiva as vezes, mas principalmente, muito amor, mesmo sem nunca ter dito que eu o amava. Me arrependo de certas atitudes que fiz em relação a ele, e das que não fiz também. Acho que eu poderia ter feito mais, ter aproveitado mais cada momento, pois nunca imaginei que hoje me traria tantas saudades. Sou sete anos mais velha que ele, então é fato que cuidei muito dele e participei de cada fase de sua vida, mais que um irmão, foi um filho que nunca tive. Todo o cuidado, atenção e carinho que tinha com ele era inesquecível e ainda assim, acredito que poderia ter feito muito mais. Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo, reviveria tudo de novo, relembraria de sua voz, do seu jeito meigo e arteiro ao mesmo tempo. E parando para pensar, mesmo que eu não tive a irmã que eu queria tanto para brincar de casinha, de boneca, nós podemos fazer todas essas coisas juntas, brincamos de casinha juntos, você era meu filhinho e e eu cuidava dele. As vezes eu brincava de carrinho com ele ou andávamos de bicicleta. Compartilhamos o quarto juntos por um tempo. Assistíamos filme juntos. Íamos ao cinema ou a pizzaria. Enfim, foi tantos momentos incríveis que dá até vontade de chorar de tanto que aperta o peito. Mas olhando para o lado positivo, hoje somos grandes, um pouco mais maduro, e podemos fazer mais mil coisas juntas. Obrigado meu irmão, por me fazer enxergar o valor que um irmão tem na vida do outro. Eu te amo muito e desejo o mais incrível para você. Mesmo que as vezes eu ainda te dê bronca, saiba que é porque quero o seu bem. Deus te ilumine sempre!

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If i had a single flower for every time i think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

// Claudia Adrienne Grandi

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Dear tumblr,

I miss so many people and so many places

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It’s all about Love 😘 But I don’t have

Any buddy To listening 🎧 My ❤️ Heart

Voice 🙄

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Kinda missin all the people I was really close to once upon a time who I don’t talk to anymore, who I go to all lengths to avoid now. Hard to believe these were the same people I used to talk to and hang out with everyday. Still love them all the same though. Wonder if they even think of all the time we spent together or whether I’m the only idiot who dwells on the past and the people I left behind. Could have made more of an effort to maintain some of those relationships, might have made a difference. Who knows. Don’t like this collection of ‘What if’s’ I have now. I hope they’re all happy, and living their lives to the fullest. Miss y'all ;) TNNCK

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Every Year: A Series of “Lasts”

Every Year: A Series of “Lasts”

One of the things even the most uninformed person understands about loss is that the first birthday, the first Thanksgiving, the first Christmas and all the “firsts” after loss will be hard.

But one of the things no one tells you about is that a heart will mark the “lasts” just as much.

The last time I saw him.

The last time I spoke to him.

The last time I hugged his neck and smelled the…


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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒

Greyhound bus is teaming up with the National Runaway Safeline to safely bring runaways back home.

As part of the Home Free Program, free rides home are being offered to runaways between the ages of 12 and 21.

Each year, the program helps provide around 400 kids and teenagers who have runaway with free tickets back home.

To get a free ticket, runaways are asked to call the NRS helpline and let them know they are ready to be reunited with their family.

There must be a runaway report already filed for the child to be eligible for the ticket.

The Home Free program can only be used on two occasions by the same person.

Free tickets are also being offered to the parent or legal guardian if the runaway is under the age of 15.

You can reach the NRS helpline at 1-800-786-2929.

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MISSING JUVENILE-

◾️Jackson, Mississippi◾️

The Jackson Police Department is in search of 13-year-old, Antonio Evans.

He is described as a black male, 5 feet and 3 inches tall, weighing 110 pounds with black hair and brown eyes.

He was last seen on Wednesday, February 24, 2021 in the vicinity of Langley Avenue wearing a black jacket and black pants.

If anyone has any information regarding the whereabouts of Antonio Evans, contact the special victims unit at 601-960-2328 or 601-213-6154 or call Crime Stoppers at 601-355–8477.

NCME is a non-profit, 501©(3) organization which operates strictly on donations from organizations and individuals. You can also donate thru FaceBook. NCME receives 100% of the donations that are donated thru FaceBook. “Thank You”

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Puedes que lo sepas o tal vez nunca llegues a saberlo, pero tengo muchas cosas que escribí y no te dije, es un poco ilógico ya que tuve la oportunidad de decirlo y aún así decidí activamente no hacerlo, cada 21 de cada mes recuerdo lo bueno lo fue y lo feliz que fui contigo, hoy 24 de febrero del 2021 escuché un podcast y hablaba sobre lo importante que es extrañar a las personas que no están pero me causo ruido una parte en la cual decía que se vale extrañar pero no toda la vida y quisiera saber cuando se deja de extrañar, también decían que uno para no extrañar tanto podía recordar las cosas malas y aún así no yo elijo seguir recordando las cosas buenas, créeme que en ningún momento e pensado en algún mal momento, fuiste un idilio perfecto y pretendo mantenerlo así, algunos altos y otros bajos pero que bien me sentí, de verdad que si.

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25.02.201


It’s almost one year over and I still think about you. I still ask myself if it was right to let you go… deep inside I know it was the right thing because our relationship was not healthy but at least we loved each other we loved each other so much it made us sick.


Look at us now here we are still parents of a beautiful daughter.


But no texts no phone calls no pictures nothing.


You didnt saw her start crawling.


You didn’t saw her making her first steps alone.


You didn’t heard her saying daddy the first time.


And it breaks my heart it breaks my heart in thousands of pieces because I know she loves you and she misses you.


But she is too little to understand that you won’t come back to see her growing up. She will never understand why you left her.


Like me. I will never understand what was going on in your mind that you become this whole different person.


We met as strangers. Became best friends. Came out as lovers. Came togheter grew togheter. We got a beautiful present from god our doughter. And now we’re strangers again but strangers with a past and memories.


Memories that will never fade away

I will always keep them with me

Like I always kept you with me.



Im sad about how things came out because I thought all the bad things made us stronger togheter but I wasn’t right.

Love is not always enough.

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There are days where I google stuff like „Losing your mother“, „Being a half-orphan“ or „Growing up without your mum“

I always feel weird doing so. But I still do it. I just feel so desperate sometimes. Like I need to find someone else with these feelings and experiences so badly. All my closest friends still have both their parents. Not just that, but almost all of them even have happily-married parents. They do not understand at all, what it‘s like to only have one person to rely on, to turn to. They do not understand the pain of losing all you have ever known, of being completely robbed of all future dreams. None of them will ever come true, at least not in the way I wanted, because I always expected my mum to be by my side.

I have nobody to relate to, to talk to about those things. I am glad for my friends that they have not felt that kind of pain yet. But selfishly, I am also sad that I am so alone in my experience.

My friend once said that she is often scared of losing her parents and how she felt like the only one her age with those thoughts. And for a moment I felt so alienated. I am truly sorry that she worries like that. But it felt like such a weird thing to say to your one friend who has lost a parent, who struggled with separation anxiety from the one parent that they’ve still got.

Maybe she worries about it, because she saw it happen to me. Death and loss and grief is something we never think about until it happens to someone close to us for the first time. I think my grief was the first experience a lot of my friends had with it. I sometimes feel guilty for it, like I am somehow responsible for bringing sadness in their lifes, when there should be none.

Anyways, I sometimes google these things. And one or two sentences hit hard, they describe exactly what I have experienced and I cry so much.

But a lot of the times it feels somehow removed from me. I guess, even if we can relate to each other in our grief, we are still utterly alone in it. That‘s because our relationship with these people we have lost is entirely unique and thus our experiences cannot be completely transferred. It just sucks.

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I want to scream. I want to hit something. I want to wreck something. I want to bang my head against the wall. I want to rip my heart out of my chest. I want to do anything to feel something else than my aching heart. But all I can do is sit here in agonising pain while tears run down my face.

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