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    I kind of want to make 1000 paper cranes just for the wish at the end

    — 13 hours ago with 3 notes
    #summer goals 

    It’s weird how people’s lives peaked in high school and now their lives suck. Whereas I sucked in high school and now I’m peaking in college.

    Like all the “hot” girls and guys aren’t in college. They’re pregnant. And if they aren’t pregnant or knocked up some girl, they’re working some dead end job. Working nights and weekends. Not being able to have a decent social life. And just sitting around getting drunk or high 24/7 because they have nothing better to do with their time. Probably still living at home. Or in a gross apartment because they can’t afford a decent place because they have no money saved up because of said dead end job and blowing their money on booze and drugs and useless car accessories.

    On the other hand, I was weird and fat and ugly in high school. And now I’m actually attractive. Thinner. (Still weird but whatevs). In college. Have decent grades. Have a loving boyfriend who is equally as responsible as I am to not get me pregnant. And both of us have promising career paths. Like yeah I have to do another year of undergrad. But at least I’ll have a college degree unlike a good chunk of the people I graduated with.

    It’s just weird to me how so many people my age don’t have their shit together.

    — 1 day ago with 3 notes
    #personal  #life  #weird  #high school  #college  #thoughts 

    luke schenn’s first playoff goal + eventual game winner  (◡‿◡✿)

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    — 1 day ago with 265 notes

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    There’s no fitting caption for this 

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    — 1 day ago with 122 notes

    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 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)

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    — 2 days ago with 81607 notes