chickens r fat or skinmy. depends
idk what this is about or why it was sent to me but you know what? tea

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chickens r fat or skinmy. depends
idk what this is about or why it was sent to me but you know what? tea
Don’t cheat on people, because the rest of their fucking life at 1am or when vodka fills their veins all they’re going to wonder is why the hell they weren’t enough for you and it will slowly tear them apart, and just because you aren’t there anymore doesn’t mean it isn’t your fault because every “I love you” that you ever said will echo in their god dammed head and no one deserves that.
One day he says, “I am so tired,” and you nod. You say, “I’m sorry.” This is how it is; how it’s always been. He shakes his head and you apologise for being the cause of his stress. Neither of you are wrong. Neither of you are right. He says, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Are you happy?” You can’t say yes; and you don’t want to say no, just because you’re unhappy doesn’t mean you want him to go. He asks you, “does love even factor into this anymore?” And you think it must, it must, but all your problems revolve around something else - like arguing about undercooking the eggs; like getting jealous about their ex; like hurting them and not apologising; like always having to be right. He holds you gently one night, he says, “am I the one?” You think, “I want you to be. Fuck. Don’t you understand?” You say, “of course you are,” and you don’t return the question. You don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t say it back.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #240 (via blossomfully)
A first year Ayotzinapa student collects flowers to sell on the coast of Guerrero for Dia de Los Muertos. Only the first year students work in the fields. They plant flowers and corn to sell and use the profits for materials and basic necessities of the students. The majority of the 43 students missing since September 26 are first years.
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