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Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)

I wish I could do something…

(via weightlessballoons)

There are six* sides to Tumblr
  • Side one: Pictures of Starbucks and girls who have dip-dyed hair
  • Side two: People crying over fictional gay couples
  • Side three: genuinely fucked up people looking for support and a place they don't have to hide. An escape.
  • Side four: porn.
  • Side five: BANDSBANDSBANDSBANDSBANDS
  • Side six: The super geeky and crazy intelligent nerds who only come out of their labs to teach us all a lesson on anything science related.
I want us to make each other better.

-someone you should probably hold on to (via asapkingsofparis)

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.

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It’s not that I don’t love you.    (via jaguarz)

Shivers. This is powerful.

(via queeringfeministreality)

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Heartbreak

itzjustchris:

It’s never a good feeling when the girl or guy you like does not like you back.  It hurts to see the one you love walk away from your life.  The pain to see that person with another guy or girl makes you feel jealous inside.  You are consumed by feelings and you drown yourself in depression.  Not every love story have a good ending because at most there’s an ending that might ruin your feelings for others for a really long period of time.