It's gonna hurt because it matters.

It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and planning for someday, and then quietly and without really noticing, someday is today, and then someday is yesterday, and this is your life.

thequeenofhell:

Isn’t it weird that in 20 years you are going to be a completely different person then you are right now. A different house, different friends hopefully faster wifi.

(via claireyg)

wreckitrach:

"you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you"

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

(Source: theawolbrony, via unshaped)

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)

So many ppl go through the same things.

(via beautifulszewan)

(via beautifulszewan)

marinashutup:


my brother blocked me on twitter and i’m really upset because his tweets are pure gold

marinashutup:

my brother blocked me on twitter and i’m really upset because his tweets are pure gold

(via pizza)

helainetieu:

The first thing he does whenever he sees me is pick me up by my waist, kisses me hard and tells me that he missed me all day.

helainetieu:

The first thing he does whenever he sees me is pick me up by my waist, kisses me hard and tells me that he missed me all day.

(via timeheals-allwounds)

sickforya:

raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a boy

(via yeezus-fish)

I am always the one who will be ignored and invisible and I have finally accepted that that’s simply how it’ll be for the rest of my life