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  • all this ironic dadblogging is making tumblr recommend i follow actual dad blogs

    funnels-launch:

    dehumanize yourself and face to dad 

    my dadblogging is always sincere

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  • dad I dont

    dad I dont

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  • I found a cardboard box filled with a lifetime of my own ephemera, which you are obliged to enjoy today. 
My dad took me to see Jurassic Park when I was a little kid.  He knew it was going to be intense for a child, but I assured him I wanted to go, and that I could handle it—I was dinosaur crazy.  The theater was so packed we couldn’t find seats together, so I sat alone with strangers, and he sat a few rows ahead of me.
Seeing the park vista for the first time from the jeep (“Welcome to Jurassic Park.”), finding the triceratops in the grass field; those marked the first two occasions in my life that I was moved to tears by a film.
And when the t-rex rampage began, my father, through some extrasensory parental perception, was moved to leave his seat, and creep up the rows in the aisle until he was crouching down next to my chair.  He stayed there, reassuringly massive as only fathers can be, quietly engaged with both me and the movie, until I wasn’t scared anymore.

    I found a cardboard box filled with a lifetime of my own ephemera, which you are obliged to enjoy today. 

    My dad took me to see Jurassic Park when I was a little kid.  He knew it was going to be intense for a child, but I assured him I wanted to go, and that I could handle it—I was dinosaur crazy.  The theater was so packed we couldn’t find seats together, so I sat alone with strangers, and he sat a few rows ahead of me.

    Seeing the park vista for the first time from the jeep (“Welcome to Jurassic Park.”), finding the triceratops in the grass field; those marked the first two occasions in my life that I was moved to tears by a film.

    And when the t-rex rampage began, my father, through some extrasensory parental perception, was moved to leave his seat, and creep up the rows in the aisle until he was crouching down next to my chair.  He stayed there, reassuringly massive as only fathers can be, quietly engaged with both me and the movie, until I wasn’t scared anymore.

    2 years ago   •   231 notes   •   VIA: catbountry   •   SOURCE: lethaleverdeen
  • As a child, I was taken to see Jurassic Park when it was released in theaters.  My father went with me.  The theater was so full, that he had to sit several rows in front of me.

    This scene—where the scientists arrive in the park and are shown a living brachiosaurus—was the first instance in my life where I became so emotional watching a film, that I wept.

    Later, during the scene where the t-rex was attacking the children in the SUV, my father got out of his seat, walked back to mine, and sat in the aisle beside me so I wouldn’t be scared.