#3.29.15

[an13ty-archive]

I hate how teachers put students in situations like talking about suicide just to watch their body language and root out the kids struggling at home. Ugh

[an13ty-archive]

I've always been too young to understand love. Far too young, yet I felt this ache in my chest when I was alone. I would think about being with other people and that ache would grow stronger and stronger. I can't let myself be alone for too long or the pain takes over. I'm still to young to love but I'm starting to understand that feeling. I still can't put a name to it, maybe it's a longing, maybe it's a pain. Maybe I'm dreadfully just Lonely. I'm too young to understand myself or my sexuality, but I'm terrified I will end up being someone who isn't capable of being able to maintain a relationship with another human. I'm scared I'll be alone forever. I'm scared that I'll never fill what feels like a hole in my chest when I'm alone. I would kill to put a name to this emotion. I would do anything to read or hear words that describe exactly how I feel so I'm not the only one out here who feels this way.

[sammie4jones]

Okay, so here’s the entirety of the Ed Sheeran interview RE: Zayn’s 1D departure in which he says, among other things, that Zayn had previously left a bunch of times. I had not seen this until now. Interesting...

[too-old-for-this-ship]

March 29

[jesuismortpourtonamour]

i get excited too easily  i am under appreciated  this wasn't worth it 

[madelinesandlines]

i don't want to forget

your name is written on every folder tag in my head and every crease of my brain is dedicated to remembering a different part of your body i have never been one for remembering birthdays or anniversaries or other happy occasions but im training myself to make every exception to every rule for you and to spare no expense because you are worthy and you are worth every second i work toward every goal ive set if you were to stop loving me at any moment at any time of any day, the labels of every file spelling out your name and every deep crevasse inside of my head would burn brighter to seer you into me forever and a day and i would mark you a spot at every table with a card saying “reserved for you” until im no longer able to hope and pray because for you, i pray i pray for there never to come a moment of any time of any day that i have to wash my own memory of you and sit down at an empty table marked “reserved for you” and wish for there to come a moment of any time of any day that i finally forget your name