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grinderman2:

share a coke with your own crippling sense of loneliness and inability to be mentally present in the real world

Posted : 4 days ago

zodiacbaby:

*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation

Posted : 4 days ago

oatmealmarketing:

this pic is crucial

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Posted : 4 days ago

legitimism:

butterhcup:

click on it

This is my most favorite picture in the history of ever

I want to take someone to a field of sunflowers one day

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Posted : 4 days ago
Wonder Bar, 1934

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orcas:

this photo is legendary 

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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.

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

Shivers. This is powerful.

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Posted : 4 days ago

radgoku:

i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross

Posted : 4 days ago

cieply:

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

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nevermindtheb0ll0cks:

things i am good at:

  1. fucking up my life
  2. gaining weight
Posted : 6 days ago

SO PUMPED FOR MOCKINGJAY

Posted : 6 days ago

I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

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