Fai_Ryy
almost home
occasionally subtle
Today's Document
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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shark vs the universe

Andulka
Cosmic Funnies

pixel skylines
DEAR READER

Product Placement

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trying on a metaphor
wallacepolsom
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Show & Tell
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@obscure-trust
Had to share this @WeHeartIt http://weheartit.com/entry/174200409/via/icea
love/couples
♡Love/Couples♡
Sometimes I wish I was 29 with my life figured out & sometimes I wish I was 5 with my whole life ahead of me and not a care in the world
Reyna Biddy (via bl-ossomed)
my blog will make you happy
There's always that one guy who fucks up your trust for everyone else
school isn’t even about learning anymore, it’s about passing
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 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)
i’m in tears.
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