gah I miss sex…

I hate being single….

Is it sad that I can feel
you getting tired of me?
Or is it sadder that I’m use
to it because everyone does

Tired. (via fragmentallygirl)

god this broke my heart

(via so-homesick)

(via as-tall-as-cliffs)

I have not felt you
in 36 months.
And it was almost 3 years
ago that the rope
tugged tightly around
your neck,
and you deliberately
fell to an end.

I remember that book
you read while we were on
vacation, and those
lyrics you would make
up to some song.
Sometimes you would
smoke cigarettes
to have something to talk

I saw you jump in front
of your friend to save him
from his face meeting a fist,
and you told me to go inside.
You were drunk and that night
you dragged me to the bushes
away from everyone. Your shirt had
tiny colored splotches as the moon
lit up your figure. There were rivers
running down your face as you
showed the small incisions
you drew on your biceps
to feel something.

I remember falling asleep that
night knowing you’d forget
what happened. We camped
on the river the next night.
As everyone fell asleep,
you and I were up.
You were somewhere else
even though you sat beside me.

I still remember when you
told me my dress was pretty
and made sure nothing would
stain the innocent white. You
wished me good luck before
I was forced to celebrate
with an entire class I could not stand.

I remember the call I got on that
Wednesday in August. My phone
hit a wall so hard I was surprised it
did not break. When I saw you on
Friday, surrounded by half open eyes,
you were not you. Your face was never that
huge, and your eyes could never deepen to
purple that quick.
Your skin was never that cold.

I could not watch them
finish you Saturday. But I heard your
mother talked to you in front of everyone,
and you still did not say anything.
I remember not being able to sleep
and I found stupid things to
distract myself from you.
My mom would not stop telling
me she was sorry, and it kept stabbing my heart.

I have a whole cross stitch pattern
dedicated to you and drawings I
could not escape from my mind.

I still go back to that river to feel you,
and I saved those last pictures
from that night.
I still think of you even though you do
not think of me.

"Conner" (via gxxdvxbes)

(via l0stboysnevergrowup)

I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.

—Unknown  (via elauxe)

(Source: felicefawn, via wishiwasmore-deactivated2014051)




Graphs throughout your school career

the fact this many people relate to this is both hilarious and sad

have you ever been to high school

(via courtlekins)