Prove me wrong, "I dare you."

Prove me wrong, I want to know you. I want to crawl inside your mind, delve deep into the skeleton remains of the darkness you try so desperately to hide.

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when someone tells you to stop watching porn…make me!

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when someone tells you to stop watching porn…make me!

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eleonordoom:

Joining this guys for an egg hunt.

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eleonordoom:

Joining this guys for an egg hunt.

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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.

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

…The feels, as to why real old school committed people are some of the rarest to find. Like those elderly couples that got married when they were teenagers and never managed to take a break from loving one another, never managed to cheat when they felt a lack of interest, never managed to have extra partners in their sex life when it became mundane. No. Real couples that continue make an effort to keep it going for the rest of their lives.

my-chemicals-are-romantic:

gigaguess:

This is mildly horrifying.

OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK

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my-chemicals-are-romantic:

gigaguess:

This is mildly horrifying.

OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK


This little guy needed a break mid-walk

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This little guy needed a break mid-walk

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magicalnaturetour:

Portochristo Bay (by *Light Painting*)

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magicalnaturetour:

Portochristo Bay (by *Light Painting*)

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fuckyesdeadpool:

by 肉がうまい! 

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2dcc:

take me to a museum. kiss me on the steps. shove the Mona Lisa up my ass

fawndamantium:

Who is this? Because perfect

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fawndamantium:

Who is this? Because perfect