When I was little, my dad and I used to watch Steve the crocodile hunter.
We used to watch him on Monday nights because that was my mom’s late night at work, and also our “daddy, daughter night” together. My dad and I used to order food in and set a blanket out in front of the tv and have an indoor picnic and watch either Steve, or old black and white movies like, King Kong or Casablanca. Keep in mind, I was probably about 7-12 when we used to do this. It was so special. When Steve died, it actually felt like a part of me died with him. I know it may sound silly, but it’s true. And this photo genuinely touches me, because his little girl didn’t know that her daddy was going to go soon. And that is why this image means a lot to me.
When he died I remember thinking that “it isn’t fair” and I was so sad for so long. It didn’t feel real. I didn’t know he had such an impact on my life..
I know! I mean who knew.
It was like a tradition with my dad, and then that was ripped away from me
miley is my bangin baby ily
holy shit this is the most beautiful jacket i have ever seen