He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.


— Word Story  (via radicalyst)

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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 strawberrytelle)

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Confidence is being able to say “Fuck you, I’m the shit” without opening your mouth, say it with your walk, with your smile, say it with your entire being.


— Tati-Ana Mercedes (via strawberrytelle)

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The result of my husband’s awesomeness! Lost this bike and then got it back! #NewLook

The result of my husband’s awesomeness! Lost this bike and then got it back! #NewLook

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Happy Easter :-)

Happy Easter :-)

Weird grin there.

Weird grin there.

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seventimestwo:

My relationship with all of my friends

seventimestwo:

My relationship with all of my friends

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psych2go:

For more posts like these, go visit psych2go
Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology. 

True.

psych2go:

For more posts like these, go visit psych2go

Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology. 

True.

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2wentysixletters:

Jack Kerouac, On the Road


Mad.

2wentysixletters:

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Mad.

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Posted on Apr 4, 2014 at 10PM

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#TBT. Youngster Mr. Weasley.

#TBT. Youngster Mr. Weasley.

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Back to my weird smile. Havent done this for awhile.

Back to my weird smile. Havent done this for awhile.