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grawly:

inabasket:

Last year for Easter, we got these cool egg decorating kits, with markers, stickers, stencils etc.

I was trying to do an elaborate floral pattern on my eggs, but the stencil kept slipping. I got reeeeally distraught. More distraught than I had any right to be. But no matter how much I concentrated, I couldn’t get the stencil to stay in the right place.

I was having an eggs n’ stencil crisis.

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Boyfriend and I had an argument last night, and he didn’t say a word the entire drive home. Then he wordlessly climbed into bed and faced away from me and wouldn’t speak to me. I spent all night crying and he spent all night pretending that he couldn’t hear me. Then every time I would reach out and grab his arm in my sleep, he’d pull away.

There’s nothing worse than having the person that you’re in love with sleeping next to you and still feeling alone as ever.

Shoutout to my stepdad

for reminding me that I’m an unemployed college dropout that got knocked up and does not have a plan for the future.

That’s the first conversation that you decide to have with me after not seeing me for over a week? Okay then.

Thanks for fucking up my first decent day after coming off of a depressive episode, asshole.

Adam is getting his hair cut into a medium skin fade because he’s going to do National Guard things tomorrow. I can’t make eye contact with him while he’s getting the haircut because the woman that’s doing it fucked up so badly and it looks awful but I don’t want him to know that yet he’s not ready to see how short it is.

She completely shaved the sides of his head all the way down to the skin without actually fading it and left the top so long and he might as well have a Mohawk. This is awkward.

cassinotcass
vvvampireweekend:

foreversearchingforanswers:

toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me. 
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.” 

Oh my. This hit hard.

i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.read this

"I am not here any more" made me cry

vvvampireweekend:

foreversearchingforanswers:

toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;

I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.

My friend’s parents sent her away.

I found death threats in my locker.

I submitted to electroshock therapy.

I lost half my friends after coming out.

My grandmother sends me hate mail.

My school won’t let me take my date to prom.

I am not here anymore.

My dad tried to beat it out of me.

No one is proud of me.

This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.

The “I am not here anymore.” 

Oh my. This hit hard.

i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.
read this

"I am not here any more" made me cry