I'm Kaitlyn
Loving you is like bathing in cold water when its below zero outside. you're terribly bad for me and you have no warmth you are so hard to love but i some how manage it.
(4am thoughts)
I gave myself a hug and i told myself things would be okay and i took my own hand and pulled myself up from the floor so screw this bullshit that you call "friendship"
I keep looking in empty bottles for you

andrewquo:

16:20 I’m on military time but I still blaze it


sintire:

 click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

urinatings:

if you ever get the chance please kiss me just fucking do it just go straight for the smooch and take it


"If you like her but are trying to play it too cool showing her she’s not that important stop that shit right now. Grow up before she’s gone."Mark Patterson  (via thatkindofwoman)

beholdmyrobes:

beholdmyrobes:

hello world i’m willingly awake before noon and trying to adjust to this strange new lifestyle

i just fucking poured orange juice into my coffee



trillow:

*on the phone with police after reporting a murder* no you hang up first


kushandwizdom:

More good vibes here
so-personal:

everything personal

these-dark-secrets:

I hate feeling like a disappointment to my parents


"Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are."Jo Blackwell-Preston (via sharkeisha)
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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
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brxkenpetal:

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"Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong."Mandy Hale (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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