"You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it."

— Silas House, This is My Heart for You (via sunflower-mama)

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"The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe."

— Lena Horne (via frenchcourt)

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"if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands"

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I will never not reblog this

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"Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read."

Michael Faudet 

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vitalizinq:

The human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them

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breakinq:

following back heaps

breakinq:

following back heaps

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logeezus:

RED WHITE BLUE IS IN THE SKY

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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.

"

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

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i’m some sick hound, digging for gold
if it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone

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