Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
This is so sad and incredibly relavant.
Reblogging for Haymitch.
- therapist: when did this empty feeling in your life begin?
- me: back in 2014
- therapist: would you like to tell me what happened that year?
- me: *starts choking up*
- me: *starts pacing back and forth in the room*
- me: *feels dizzy and sits down in chair*
- therapist: we don't have to talk about it right now, it's oka-
- me: *slams naruto manga on desk* NO, IT'S NOT OKAY!!!! WHEN NARUTO ENDED A PART OF ME DIED, AND IT'S BEEN HARD TO KEEP BEliEVEING it SInc E OH mY GSHLFGS%Fgh DAtTT E BA YO
dont you ever, EVER call a girl fat or chubby or thick or big boned or large or meaty or anything like that because you’ll forget seconds later but she will remember 10 years later when shes throwing up her lunch in the toilet, your name, where it happened, what the weather was like, the time it happened, and exactly what you said. and it will haunt her for the rest of her life.
Food shouldnt do this T.T food should be your friend!!!
My mom forgot to use gluten free noodles tonight.
And now i’m writhing on the floor screaming from pain x.x I hate life.
if you see those before and after puberty things and get bothered because you still think you look pretty gross, remember that some pokemon have two evolutions and some have three
this is the most inspirational thing i’ve heard all week
but that way of thinking is pretty Farfetch’d
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
Rachel Wiley (via dickdickdickdickdickdickdickdick)
This is beautiful
Quit making me cry.(via iammorethaniknow)
- Kevin is NOT dead
- Cas is a badass for stealing the grace like that
- Metatron can go die in a hole
- Kevin is NOT dead
- Gadriel can also go die in a hole
- KEVIN TRAN ADVANCED PLACEMENT IS NOT DEAD
- KEVIN FREAKIN SOLO KATNISS CINDERELLA ADVANCED PLACEMENT PROPHET OF THE LORD IS NOT DEAD