elegantly-tasteless:

school board when they talking about whether to cancel school or not

elegantly-tasteless:

school board when they talking about whether to cancel school or not

i-once-had-a-guy-tell-me:

I once had a drunk guy tell me I was too sexy to be shooting up at a party. He knocked the needle out of my hands and stepped on the pen, shattering the casing, telling me I should thank him by giving him my number and a kiss. It was my diabetes medicine.

(submitted by anonymous)

wifipasswords:

teacher: cite your sources in this essay

me:

image

pradaurl:

who is she?

pradaurl:

who is she?

fit-angel-riss:

superwhohannilockpotter:

I will never not reblog this gif set whenever it comes across my dash.

This gives me chills every time.

uglychat:

when u sleepy as hell but ur teacher wont let u put ur head down image

theimpolitecanadian:

when you drink the water and the tummy go sploosh sploosh

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)

this is so brilliant

(via hellotitsy)

l-uxu-re:

palebabyland:

omg omg omg


Wow love me

l-uxu-re:

palebabyland:

omg omg omg

Wow love me

z1c:

being 20+ on tumblr

image

cannolis:

…

cannolis:

unfollower:

peekaboo is essentially just making fun of babies for not understanding object permanence 



backward »