studip: real talk the first place id hit up during the purge is the pet store u gonna see me on the street with 50 puppies on leashes (via squ1dgy)


real talk the first place id hit up during the purge is the pet store u gonna see me on the street with 50 puppies on leashes

(via squ1dgy)


I have been home sick. For countries I have never been and longed to be where I couldn’t be.
“I don’t know what to do with myself Now that you’ve left. My hands itch for cigarettes even though I’ve never smoked one In my entire life. I know that’s unhealthy And destructive, but sometimes when you hurt so bad You try to hurt more in other ways to forget Your original pain. I’m sprawled in my backyard listening to Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties Watching the blue sky slowly get swallowed By gray clouds. You were a quick and quiet storm That engulfed my whole sun in one swift gulp. Now as I watch the storm cell approach I can only run A few options through my head. I could cut you off cold turkey, Burn your pictures like they do in the movies and refuse to call you Unless I’m roaring drunk and can manage to remember your number. But I also remember how bad that first half of the year was when I quit my sleeping pills and depression medication all at once On a Thursday evening. My skin ran cold and my eyes were perpetually heavy with the weight Of will trying to overcome chemistry. To avoid an imbalance I could immerse myself back into every song That we would hum softly in your bedroom while Your generic mall perfume clung to everything you touched, Including me. And I could still drive by your house maybe and imagine you on your front steps With both headphones in, smiling sweetly at the sky whether it was sunny or not. Then slowly, I could wean myself off you like and addict does. Or maybe I could call you (when I’m sober not drunk) And we could talk about menial things like how your teams are doing or If my grandmother is doing better or not. After the silence passes For a few seconds, once all mundane topics have been blown out, I might ask you (or you might ask me) “How are you doing?” With an extra emphasis on that word “you” because At the end of the day that’s whom I will always be wanting snug next to me on my mattress. Both of us we’ll say that we’re fine even though we’ve never been close And I guess I’ll have to call that closure because the second I hang up the phone I know that you’ll never be closer. As opposed to that I suppose I could go and try to destroy us, If we are both broken down enough then We can’t be hurt by each other anymore. It’s not my usual tendency but in situations involving blood leaking from the heart One might have to take unlikely measures to patch it back up, In this case making it so that there is no heart to bleed at all. And if for some reason, None of these methods work, I still can’t be worse off from where I started.”






It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.


I want you to go man!

if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago

People are sending him racist messages telling him it’s not gonna happen and he doesn’t belong in Disney World over this post. So we’re gonna reblog it even more.
“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”

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