Now Playing Tracks

It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.
(via extrasad)

2srooky:

One time in sixth grade I was being bullied really badly, and this whole circle of people gathered around me and the girl that was bullying me, and she smirked and went ‘You dumb rich bitch.’ And everyone was like OOOOOOH and I stood there for a second before pulling 20 dollars out of my wallet, placed it in her hand, and said “Buy some better insults.” And I swear the entire lunchroom rioted.

gu-wak-jai:

ask-gallows-callibrator:

m4dh4ttey266:

image

image

image

image

Pretty much why Brutal Honesty doesn’t have many friends. And There are times we have to let go of certain people, not because we don’t care, but because they don’t.

now im almost in tears because of how just… accurate this is….

Lol I dunno, man. Brutal Honesty doesn’t have me keeping many friends, but I’ve got the friends who are actually worth keeping. I don’t feel bad about doing away with people who want me to play crutch. The moment someone even hints that I must be “attacking” them because I’m not stroking their ego; because I’m not agreeing with them; because I’m not doing what they want me to do; because I’m not taking responsibility for something that is theirs to handle, I call it poison, refuse to have anymore of it, and that’s that.

I’ve heard all of this before. “I thought you were my friend” is the last resort the biggest guilt-monger I know liked to use, because it insinuated I was purposely treating them like garbage and insulted me like I don’t know what friendship’s for/about. But hey, if I’m not your friend because I’m telling you what you need to hear and promising to encourage/support you rather than lead the way for you, that’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. I’ll just be way over there, and you can find me when you’re healthier.

You taught me to think positively even in the darkest of times. I believe now. We’ll make it through, love. I promise. We can. We will. I love you always, my first and last, my one and only, my Tobee. ♡

To Tumblr, Love Pixel Union