.SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED. @tease-me-slowly - Tumblr Blog

I've remade this account as a secondary blog to my main blog (because it's so much easier) if you'd like to follow that would be great @sexually-frustratedd and in a few days I'm going to delete this account :)

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hayleywilliamsdaily

The choices that we make aren’t always perfect but it’s ok… It’s part of the journey.

badasstrologybitches

How much sleep does your sign need?

Aries: 6-8 hours

Taurus: 25 hours

Gemini: either 2 or 12 hours, there is no in between

Cancer: a strong 10 hours

Leo: 7 hours

Virgo: 8.823345 hours

Libra: like 8

Scorpio: 1

Sagittarius: Sleep is for the dead

Capricorn: 5 hours laying in bed daydreaming 5 hours sleeping

Aquarius: Doesn’t sleep just procrastinates

Pisces: 18 hours

joaniepepperoni

lmao as a Pisces I can confirm this

#yea yea tea #Taurus

suspend

WHY AM I GETTING TURNED ON BY THAT

me every single time (via suspend)

cellebuyck

Jen: Best movie, more Liam. Could it be? It’s a valid question.

tyork

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extrasad

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)

#hmmm