I wish I could actually tell people how I feel.
How much I love them.
How much I like them.
How much I care about them.
How they make me feel.
How to tell them they are hurting me.
How to tell them they make me happy.
But instead I choke and fumble with these words that I try to say.
I hate not being able to say to people how I truly feel.
So I sit here and cry because I can’t get the words off my tongue, yet in my head and heart they are screaming like a steam train.
They just click over in my head again and again and again and again and again. Until the day where I let them slip out with hatred and vain.
Sometimes I realise that most my what ifs and thoughts consumed by them or of them will just be that. A what if and just a thought.
There are a lot of these moments.
There is a lot of silence.
I wish I could just tell you this.
Welcome to my brain, next stop my little tiny broken heart. (via zeeerawr)
Handwriting is so cool cause it’s like the written equivalent of the sound of someone’s voice.
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This is actually pretty important
very important information
This needs to be seen more. Rape needs to flat out stop, but until then victims need to know there’s support for them.
horror movie synopsis
- white family moves into house
- the house got some shit in it
- family refuses to acknowledge that they got some shit in they house
- turns out that shit is some ultrashit
Went to the park today and a 5 year old girl told Ashtyn that she isn’t a princess because princesses don’t wear boots.
Ashtyn told her that her boots were “Princess Belle boots”, she and I high fived, and threw leaves in the air.
It was epic.
My little girl can be whatever the heck she wants.
This is so beautiful
THIS IS A REAL SIGN I JUST PASSED
DANNY DEVITO FOR MAYOR
the gang runs for office