16th April, 2014

Anonymous asks:

Do you mind if I ask why you tagged 'adoptee' in your last post?

I was adopted when I was a baby :)

14th April, 2014

“Everything about me - my eyes, hair, skin, smile, bones, blood, fingernails, veins - came from two people I may never see or know. I’m the only proof of their existence. ….Something about all this breaks my heart - ironically, the heart that they gave me.”

— (via theadoptee-diaries)

(via Confessions of an Adoptee)

14th April, 2014

“#131. My parents and my friends will always tell me that I am loved and a part of their “family” and that “this is my home.” I am not “home.” I have no country, language, identity, home, family or friends. I found the thing about being adopted is that even if you meet other people who are adopted, you are still alone. You are you. Nobody will ever know what it is like to be you.”

Anonymous (via confessions-of-an-adoptee)

(via Confessions of an Adoptee)

14th April, 2014

“#73. I want to know my heritage.
I want to speak my language and eat the traditional dishes and celebrate the holidays.
I want to know my actual birthday and my medical history.
I want to know where I was found and who found me.
I want to know the caretakers at the orphanage and who named me.
I want to know why I was given up.
I want to know if I have siblings.
I want to see where I was born.
But I DO NOT want to meet my birthparents.”

Anonymous (via confessions-of-an-adoptee)

(via Confessions of an Adoptee)