Dude! that's.the.good.part!.

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) (via keepitklassykina)


marwolf1992:

osskiar:

iwillfindyouandiwillshipyou:

cosimaniehaus394:

bbcofficial:

islapoldppl:

cantwearhats:

technickel:

b-a-p-ontheblock:

thezefronposter:

effyeahfandoms:

tonystarktrek:

theangelshavetheearhat:

de4ctivate:

this might go over the heads of some of the kids on here. 

did you just

This is the greatest post I have ever seen because it is both a pun and a harsh truth.

IT’S TRANSPARENT

I showed this to my 11 year old brother and asked him if he knew what it was. He looked at it for a few seconds and said
"I dunno. a printer?"
a pRINTER

i’m 15 and i don’t get it

remember drawing on the plastic sheets and then casually smudging everything away aaah memories. 

STOP MAKING ME FEEL OLD INTERNET

Them loud ass flappy ass sheets.

we still use these at my school tho

It was my dream to own one of those plastic clear sheets! I don’t really know why…

I used to steal those sheets…

Those sheets made the most glorious sound

uh the bright  ass light that would come on

marwolf1992:

osskiar:

iwillfindyouandiwillshipyou:

cosimaniehaus394:

bbcofficial:

islapoldppl:

cantwearhats:

technickel:

b-a-p-ontheblock:

thezefronposter:

effyeahfandoms:

tonystarktrek:

theangelshavetheearhat:

de4ctivate:

this might go over the heads of some of the kids on here. 

did you just

This is the greatest post I have ever seen because it is both a pun and a harsh truth.

IT’S TRANSPARENT

I showed this to my 11 year old brother and asked him if he knew what it was. He looked at it for a few seconds and said

"I dunno. a printer?"

a pRINTER

i’m 15 and i don’t get it

remember drawing on the plastic sheets and then casually smudging everything away aaah memories. 

STOP MAKING ME FEEL OLD INTERNET

Them loud ass flappy ass sheets.

we still use these at my school tho

It was my dream to own one of those plastic clear sheets! I don’t really know why…

I used to steal those sheets…

Those sheets made the most glorious sound

uh the bright  ass light that would come on

(Source: transparent-like-your-balls)


akanedee:

if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence


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