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ATTENTION

Deleting this blog. Its time to be adult. I followed most of you on my new one. Hope to see you around.

ATTENTION

Deleting this blog tonight. Its time for a grown up blog, I followed most of y'all on my newest one. Hope to see you

this guy in my personal finance class pointed at my water bottle and asked me “why are girls always drinking that” and i was like “water?” he asked me why girls are always drinking water

heartcountry

You are the chandelier swinging in the next room. The broken time machine that prayers couldn’t fix. All those songs I swear I buried but still manage to sit heavy like a hornet’s nest in my ears. If you thought all that screaming was about someone else, then you were only mostly wrong. My hands have been so busy since you decided to be brave for somebody new, and I still haven’t felt a single thing. There was a point to this body before all it did was wait for you to hold it, and I must be more than what you were too tired to love, but some days I still look for you in all the cracking ceilings. I tried looking for myself once, but it just didn’t feel right. I’d wait around here for what might happen, but I am so tired of turning myself into a graveyard just so you can feel sorry enough to bring me flowers. Save your shaking hands, and save your amens. This isn’t about mourning anymore, it’s about moving on. I am spelling my alone differently until it stops meaning ‘without you’ and starts meaning ‘with myself.’ There are a thousand ways to write about you leaving and even more to say that I don’t want to anymore. If I can’t forget the bodies that left, then I am going to remember the ones that stayed, and mine will always be the one I thank first.

Y.Z, what I learned while writing this (via rustyvoices)

hereislight

DEPRESSION Do you remember how empty you felt the day someone you loved left? Doesn’t matter who it was, doesn’t matter how they left. Just feel that feeling inside your chest, the emptiness, the aching, the numbness, the sad, the cold. It feels so empty that you can physically feel it, right? You don’t want to get out of bed because there’s nothing worth waking up for. You consider suicide. Now imagine being that way since you were little. Imagine that depression is decades long of the same heartbreak. Imagine that you feel this way when you wake up, sometimes for no reason at all. ANXIETY Do you remember the last time you faced one of your fears? Doesn’t matter what fear. One that most people can relate to is public speaking. Do you remember how scared you were? Do you remember feeling everybody’s eyes on you? Do you remember shaking? Imagine feeling that all the time. Imagine that every second of your life is a presentation and the whole world is an audience. Do you understand it now?

2:46 p.m. (Maybe if I explain it this way, more people will understand)

abluesforbrklyn

Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.

L. Gabriel (via romanov-)

tomtom1996

hannahhpricee

And I think the first sign you notice when you begin to gain feelings towards a person, is just how easily you get jealous when they give others the attention which you crave.

(via themilkywhiteway)

eeeeecstacy-deactivated20121230

howpeculeah

Just gonna put this here because in any discussion about rape this seems to be frequently overlooked and it is sort of fundamental.

leekx

is there like financial aid for concert tickets

districtofsunshine

#YesAllWomen

smartgirlsattheparty

ICYMI: This hashtag is in response to the common statement that “Not All Men ________ (fill-in-the-blank) when conversations about misogyny happen.

jagnificence

MY GRANDMOTHER TRIED TO GO TO THE MOVIES YESTERDAY AND ACCIDENTALLY GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE CHICAGO GAY PRIDE PARADE AND SHE HAD THE TIME OF HER LIFE AND WANTS TO GO AS A FAMILY NEXT YEAR OH MY GOD