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tinyteef:

Note to self.
Apr 23, 2014 / 5,451 notes

tinyteef:

Note to self.

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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cybernatings:

sadness, as defined by wikipedia in simple english

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fakesmiles-and-selfhate:

Do you ever just get a massive wave of self hatred and it’s impossible to think about anything else and you’re painfully aware of every flaw on your body

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mum-im-lesbian:

Not mine, just my edit x
Apr 23, 2014 / 3,078 notes

mum-im-lesbian:

Not mine, just my edit x

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I know you don’t want me and that’s what kills me.
Apr 23, 2014 / 1,528 notes
coffeedirt:

kai-ni:

I feel the need to name my tiny cacti
what should I name my tiny cacti?

leo n’ ardo
Apr 23, 2014 / 14,740 notes

coffeedirt:

kai-ni:

I feel the need to name my tiny cacti

what should I name my tiny cacti?


leo n’ ardo

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When you are fourteen, you still need your mom to hold you when you cry and your dad to watch out for you, but when I was fourteen, I stopped being friends with the next door neighbor who had been my friend since kindergarten. When you’re fourteen, your biggest worries should be about the boy who said he had a crush on you or what homework is due, but when I was fourteen, my biggest worry was the thought of living. I disappeared when I was fourteen, I lost myself the night I snuck out to get high with the boy three years older than me and I never really came home
Apr 23, 2014 / 2,783 notes
poppunktunes:

friduhkahlo:

no, i don’t. thanks for asking, though.

Citizen.
Apr 23, 2014 / 84,503 notes

poppunktunes:

friduhkahlo:

no, i don’t. thanks for asking, though.

Citizen.

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Apr 23, 2014 / 340 notes
I become attached to people I shouldn’t.
I distance myself from the people who matter.
I am bad with people.
I am good at being alone.
But I hate being lonely.
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freeparadise:

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freeparadise:

// 12:08 a.m. //

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Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life?
Matty Healy (via guy)

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sterility:

i want to be a flowerthey are pretty and they don’t live very long2014
Apr 23, 2014 / 3,454 notes

sterility:

i want to be a flower
they are pretty and they don’t live very long
2014

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