vancity/ gss11/ <3fam+friends
Not everyone who comes into your life, came wanting to stay. Same way that not everyone that gone, wanted to leave.
— The fault is really in our stars? (via innocentium)
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)
I want a legit guy best friend.
Not one that low key has a thing for me and becomes my friend just to make me fall for him. I want a guy best friend that’ll treat me like his baby sister. You know, be protective over me and the guy I’m going out with, someone I can tell every little thing to, someone I can beat up, someone that’ll help me with my relationship as I can too. I’d love to have a guy best friend. All the fun, without the sticky love.
Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it.
— Johnny Knoxville (via linda778)
I want to wake up at 2am, roll over, see your face, and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
— i love you (via talom)