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Shut up and Squat

Apr 18 '14

Everything is new now.

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Apr 18 '14

My friends trying to motivate me into productivity

My friends trying to motivate me into productivity

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Apr 18 '14

[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]

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Apr 18 '14
I’ve shaved the side down before :P I just went hella short this time instead of normal short lol You just gotta do it and rock it, you could pull it off :)

I’ve shaved the side down before :P I just went hella short this time instead of normal short lol You just gotta do it and rock it, you could pull it off :)

Apr 18 '14
Apr 18 '14

takeyou:

the worst thing is when you’re super excited to talk to someone and they just kinda brush you off 

Apr 18 '14

astound:

I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life

Apr 18 '14

It always amazes me how I can go from being girly one second to not so girly in the next. I need to stop trying to appease others and appease myself. I’m an in your face do things my way kind of person but I lost myself for a while trying to be soft and feminine for someone who doesnt even want me around. It’s time to get my edge back. Look out world here I come.

Apr 18 '14
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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)
Apr 18 '14
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, “I’m not going to make it.” But you laugh inside, remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
Charles Bukowski  (via jesuskitten)

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