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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 she 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.

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

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spider-manofficial:

hindre:

leonkuwatas:

youreouttayourtree:

ladies dont start fights, but they can finish them.

that is a cat with a hairbow how is that relevant to the caption



Uncultured swine
"Half the world’s starving; the other half is trying to lose weight."
Roseanne Barr  (via disappolnted)

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Depression: Don't tell me you understand because you get sad sometimes.
Insomnia: Don't tell me you're an insomniac because you missed a few nights of sleep.
Eating Disorder: Don't tell me you have an eating disorder because you missed a meal.
Bipolar: Don't tell me you're bipolar because you get mood swings on your period.
Anxiety: Don't tell me you have anxiety because you got nervous before an exam.
ADHD: Don't tell me you have ADHD because you're hyper sometimes
Schizophrenic: Don't tell me you're a schizo because you sometimes see shadows and hear sounds at night.
OCD: Don't tell me you to have ocd because you like to wash your hands after you eat.
Self harm: Don't tell me you understand because you once skinned your knee to get out of sport.
Suicidal: Don't tell me you too are suicidal because you would rather die then miss a concert.
Just don't.

snowballstylinson:

liamford:

on a scale of 1 to twerking on national television how much will you regret your decision

'I like girls who eat carrots'

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afacebehindacamera:

This is a ‘where are you visting from?’ board at a local restaurant
lovesexdevotion:

That was so beautiful
-diagonalley:

miss-darling-clementine:

simplyalexandermason:

I feel like they just conspired together…

THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.

This is so adorable!! 
sexgirlsandtattoos:

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