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Danielle. Twenty. Single.

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I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

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You knew I was fragile, but you fucking dropped me anyway.

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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.

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Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.

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I hope so.

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You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.

— Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”
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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 jaguarz)

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cur-i0sity:

trxyejoeyfangirl:

fr3ntus:

troylerellastylinson:

awkward-fallen-angel:

the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

whatthelemon:

missaleyah:

soonitwill:

suicidal-wallflower:

superwholocked-in-a-box:

impalaincamelot:

spazzysunshine:

1.PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES.

DO NOT LISTEN WITHOUT HEADPHONES!

2.PRESS PLAY.

3.CLOSE YOUR EYES.

ENJOY A VIRTUAL HAIRCUT.

DO IT NOW.

THIS IS LITERALLY LIFE CHANGING.

Woah, I actually got chills when he whispered.

OMG. I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR MONTHS. FINALLY REAPPEARED ON MY DASH.

I thought this would be like; “Oh cool. Yeah, that sounded like a haircut.”

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.

YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND.

The back of my head is tingling.

WHEN HE WHISPERED, I FELT HIS BREATH ON MY EAR, AND I’M HOME ALONE IN A LOCKED ROOM, AND I HAD MY EYES CLOSED, AND FORGOT WHERE I WAS. JESUS CHRIST.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! WHEN HE WHISPERED THAT REALLY FREAKED ME OUT. I FELT LIKE HE WAS RIGHT THERE.

omg at the beginning I thought someone was trying to break into my house!!

fuck this I literally just thought someone was at my window and my heart is pounding 

I laughed out loud at the tickling from the buzzer wtf

had my headphones on the wrong way round at irst. this is amazing

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
I FLIPPED MY SHOT WHEN HE PUT THE BAG OVER MY HEAD AND WHISPERED IN MY EAR
I LITTERALY FORGOT WHERE I WAS
THAT WAS AMAZING
WHAT THE FUCK
YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THOS AND LISTEN TO IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH

OMG NO THAT FREAKED ME OUT I KEPT FLINCHING THINKING SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN..

I JUMPED WHEN HE WHISPERED

I literally touched my head to make sure I still had hair at one point

I REMEMBER THIS! PEOPLE HAD IT ON THEIR PHONES WHEN SMARTPHONE WASNT A THING AND THEY WOULD TAKE THEIR CRUSTY ASS PHONE AS THE ELECTRIC RAZOR

DONT LISTEN BY YOURSELF IN THE DARK I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS IN MY HOUSE OMG

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stoppingwinter:

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thedailycalifornian:

gravitysex:

Probably one of the best nights of my life

this is beautiful

Yay this looks like a beautiful night I’m so happy for u stranger

THIS IS MY FRIEND MATTHEW AND HIS GF wow how weird seeing this on my dash

ayyeee lmao that’s me

Ayyy lmao hi lizpom
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seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery
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