the only woman I want.
this truly scared me i thought the legs on the right were some crispy burnt up human legs i need a minute to breathe
"Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch"
In honor of the two conflicting holidays
reason to not become an adult
- you can’t use the ‘my mum said i can’t go’ excuse to blow someone off
my mom has invited me over for dinner
my mom needs help with furniture
my mom just got a new phone and needs my help
my mom spoke to me from the grave and told me u need to stop inviting me out
I text back embarrassingly fast
or three days later
there is no in between
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ― W.B. Yeats
I do not like being told:
- what to eat
- how to dress
- where to go
- what to do
- what to say
If you do any of these things, I will not thank you in 20 years. I will probably just try to get as far from you as possible.
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 audrotas)
the fact that there’s only about 5000 people who’ve reblogged this scares me. That means that less that 5000 people know where these come from.
I feel old…
literally every person on earth has read the very hungry caterpillar
Jesus was a homeless Palestinian anarchist who held protests at oppressive churches, advocated for universal health care and redistribution of wealth, before being arrested for terrorism, tortured and executed for crimes against the state, now go ahead and explain to me why he’d vote conservative. I’ll wait.
i’m sorry that’s just the best sentence i’ve ever read
WHY IS EQUALITY SO FUCKING HARD TO GRASP
LIKE I AM A PERSON
YOU ARE A PERSON
WE ARE EQUAL
THAT IS NOT FUCKING DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND
meeting someone in public you were trying to avoid
reacting to Light being a crazed serial killer