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Welcome to my reality. This blog is me; the real me.

rainbowsandfood:

rainingtegans:

closer-to-quin:

Hey guys, did you know that Sara Quin and Tegan Quin kinda look alike? 

woah mind blown

I can’t fucking believe it. How could we not see this

rainbowsandfood:

rainingtegans:

closer-to-quin:

Hey guys, did you know that Sara Quin and Tegan Quin kinda look alike? 

woah mind blown

I can’t fucking believe it. How could we not see this

(via amityfvcking00addict)

— 8 hours ago with 216 notes
Flower

I am a flower, forced to blossom before its time.

You bent back my petals one by one;

Even now they are still wrinkled and dog-eared;

Revealing what you thought was the most precious fruit.

But you waited too long before you took the first bite,

Fruit then spoiled, you looked at your destruction

And threw me to the ground,

Onward towards the next floret.

— 10 hours ago with 1 note
#poetry  #poem  #back to writing  #the feels  #LGBT poetry 
aureat:

"my parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat"

aureat:

"my parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat"

(via uncontrolled-demons)

— 10 hours ago with 2092 notes
generic chip bag? hell yeah!

generic chip bag? hell yeah!

(via wannyy)

— 11 hours ago with 581 notes
"

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 girlchoking)

(Source: extrasad, via fearlesspupil)

— 14 hours ago with 50736 notes
eyecandyandlust:

eraofeight:

HIS EARS ARE BIGGER THAN HIS WHOLE BODYAAAAAAHHHHsdfsadfsadf

BABY

eyecandyandlust:

eraofeight:

HIS EARS ARE BIGGER THAN HIS WHOLE BODYAAAAAAHHHHsdfsadfsadf

BABY

(Source: pukakke, via velvet-red-tears)

— 16 hours ago with 116587 notes
retr0philia:

lateral-rectus:

AAAHHHHHHHh

I jUST FUCKING SCREAMED

retr0philia:

lateral-rectus:

AAAHHHHHHHh

I jUST FUCKING SCREAMED

(Source: gifthescreen, via boiswillbegirls)

— 20 hours ago with 8102 notes