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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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$LAYYYTER
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“I think you like it” she said, the text devoid of emotion. “Being abused.”
“By you? No.”
You don’t get it, I wanted to scream at her. You think that I keep coming back because of what you do, who you are.
I hate how you treated me. I know you’re trouble. I keep coming back because the best parts of you remind me of the worst parts of her.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
You tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love
warsan shire (via gabriellabowden)
I want to hear "I love you" from someone. It's been far too long.
Can it not be me? Just once can it not be me as the sacrifice?
Don’t you dare say that you don’t matter. The universe has spent 13.8 billions years cultivating you; Atoms have traveled galaxy to galaxy, Meteors have rattled the earth. The hydrogen inside you sighs when you say the words “I’m worthless,” For it was once another planet’s sun. Don’t ever look up at the night sky and think you’re nothing, Not when you’re staring at the ghosts of stars whose dust makes up your bones.
you’re all the matter in the universe (via attuition)
it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
wow..
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
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 extrasad)
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NASA’s Most Shocking Image
This image is a 1.5… *BILLION* pixel photograph of the Andromeda Galaxy.
To view the image in all its glory go here.
NASA is the coolest thing that’s ever happened.
holy shit
i mean i knew theoretically what this was supposed to look like, but i didn’t actually expect to see it
but then when i zoomed in, all the noise turned into ACTUAL STARS, that you can see individually
good job, NASA
I’m half-drunk tonight. I can barely walk straight but fuck, why do I still remember your name?
- thewordsyouneverunderstood (via mediocremediocrity)
You have sheets on your bed that still smell like her, but you hid the letters and called it moving on, so when your friends ask, you tell them it is midnight, it is always midnight, and the sun has forgotten how to spell your name. This is how they know she has not called you. On a rainy Tuesday in November, Mercury is in retrograde and for a moment the blood inside of you stands still. The light is bearable again and all the colors on your skin agree to stop fighting for just a little while. You read an article that told you not to make agreements when the cosmos are given permission to reach out to our bodies; your body goes back to war, it is once again impossible to sleep. You miss the sky that you found in her palms. For three months straight, you have ordered insignificant items to be delivered to your house. Every time there is a knock on the door, your body feels like it has come alive, the image of her, smiling, blinds you. She is never the one knocking. Everyone says you are doing this to yourself.
"do you ever wonder how someone else could love you?", Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.
(via samgirl18)
I do
(via notyoursbaby)
#Dead Poets Society
Me: Who's a good boy?
Dog:???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Me: YOU'RE A GOOD BOY!
Dog: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg it’s so fucking cute
WHY IS THIS PIG SMALLER THAN A BLADE OF GRASS?!
It HONKS!
