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)

i’m in tears.

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I’m sobbing

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death-by-lulz:

deforest:

Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)

82 years later and it’s still relevant


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birdwithacamera:

capheinequeen:

trendingly:

27 Incredible Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

Click Here To See Them All

wait did a bird take these pictures

Yeah I did is there a problem?


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takohai:

glitteringknight:

"Your highness" is gender neutral.

So you know, if you’re ever confused about my pronouns.

That’ll work.

alternatively, “your majesty,” “my liege,” and “supreme overlord”

lesbianships:

sonianeverland:

barbiefett:

azurite-crystals:

So lemme get this straight

Robin Thicke

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this is ok and sexy and fun haha

Justin Timberlake

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This is ok and artsy and oh wow how modern

Miley Cyrus

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THIS IS OBSCENE WHAT A SLUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS WHAT SHES DOING THIS IS MADDNESS HOW DARE SHE WHAT A SLUT WHAT DOES HER FATHER THINK I AM GOING TO FAINT

Is this correct?

reblogging a gain

Because naked women have to be under a man’s control or else they’re dangerous and scary

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by Agnes Cecile

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lychgate:

xoheart-on-her-sleeve:

This was my my fave line in this movie omg

has anyone even looked at all the choice frames in this 

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In 1979, when the minimum wage was $2.90, a hard-working student with a minimum-wage job could earn enough in one day (8.44 hours) to pay for one academic credit hour. If a standard course load for one semester consisted of maybe 12 credit hours, the semester’s tuition could be covered by just over two weeks of full-time minimum wage work—or a month of part-time work. A summer spent scooping ice cream or flipping burgers could pay for an MSU education. The cost of an MSU credit hour has multiplied since 1979. So has the federal minimum wage. But today, it takes 60 hours of minimum-wage work to pay off a single credit hour, which was priced at $428.75 for the fall semester.

wifipasswords:

Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

theaveragefish:

why the hell did we all learn the exact words

"the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell"

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