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Raised in Louisiana but David Lee is what I call home.
Ask me anything

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Q’d

these are what i’ve been doing (except more of a yoga fashion) daily and they’re working

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foxxxynegrodamus:

my feminism.

yaaasss

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kkatiemorosky:

pennsatucky is literally westboro baptist church do not try to convince me otherwise

kkatiemorosky:

pennsatucky is literally westboro baptist church do not try to convince me otherwise

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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 extrasad)

I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. You’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.

You’ll Miss Me- JLW (via tetrapharmakooss)

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I want this tattooed on my lower back

I want this tattooed on my lower back

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thumbtackjuicyfruitspork:

You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive

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giddy-stratospheres:

war kills people from the inside out sometimes

“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.”

i think i’ve posted this before but it’s so powerful

Similarities Between Titanic and The Great Gatsby

the-timelord-at-hogwarts:

A young man who was born dirt poor

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with plans of starting out fresh in New York

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who falls in love with a woman named after a flower

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and pretends to be someone he’s not along the way

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and his true love is already taken by a huge douche

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but he doesn’t care

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then he dies in water

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And Leo still doesn’t get a freaking Oscar

I hate when I begin to think about death and completely freak myself out. Not about how I will die but that my life will be over. I’ll be gone. My body will rot. Why do I always overthink this and panic?!

outellect:

on a scale from 1 to sansa stark, how much do you regret your childhood crush

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