teenager

Maja Puhovski/24/ Slovenia

[janettasworld]

[imanhai]

[unbothered-muse]

@unbothered-muse x

[redrola]

[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)

[homietwt]

[synqra]

[cheruib]

i think you’re doing ur best actually and i m v proud of u *kiss on the forehead*

[nikitaagupta]

“come back. she never said those words out loud but they continuously lingered in the air between them. the air that was intoxicated with the lies he told her and the pain she felt. the air that stood in between of them like a wall, blinding both of them. she never had to courage to say the words out loud, not even after four glass of wine that made her nostalgic of him, his breath, how he smelled and how deeply he was loved. she wanted him to understand the unsaid words with every blog post she wrote and every song lyric she sang but they all just went unnoticed. unnoticed only by him. she wished he could come back to her but with time she realised, some wishes never come true. some wishes, no matter how much you wish for them, simply never come true..”

—

[excerptfromabookyoullneverwrite]

and mostly I am ashamed of sticking around for a person who makes me feel this way

(via excerptfromabookyoullneverwrite)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.”

— Colleen Hoover

[supadupaswankin]

[werenotreallystrangers]

[excerptsofstories]

“So we’ll continue to move away from each other as if nothing occurred other than fickle imagination. My kiss will linger on your lips, and your arms will still hold me as if you never let go. We’ll still remember the night when we promised the stars that we’d work out. But I suppose some promises really do float into the sky and become fickle imagination. Mine never did, but I guess yours did. Now we’re strangers - and that’s anything but imaginary.”

— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1396

[sss]

sss

[alien]

[hype]

hype

[bruwho]

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