(Source: androgyns)

I don’t understand love—

It just hurts.

It sucks you up in this monstrous WHIRLPOOL of hugs, kisses

hand holding, late night phone calls

confessions, sexi-time, cuddling

Yeah, point is:

I hate that shit.

I hate how it leaves you hanging

it rips you apart on the inside, and you’re not you anymore

because you left with him/her

you cry for days in the fetal position once you suffer enough at school

and you wont eat or sleep

you’re spending your days inside the house listening to the most depressing music—

and you wondered why you havent died yet

because a week ago, he/she ripped out your heart and ran it over with a Chevy Silverado (including the lift-kit and BIG hick wheels)

and then, and then IT TAKES YOU MONTHS, OR EVEN A YEAR to be over it

and even when you’re over it, when you think you are, you’re not.

or maybe that’s me.

the day you see them every memory, unspoken emotion, feeling, word, and touch floods back in your brain & you begin to love them 

all over again.

jillyrose612:

drinkme-drown-yoursorrows:

jillyrose612:

OKAY so this is from bo burnham new math and I’ve figured it out before but camt right now?? Okay. If Kim is half as old as Bobby who is 2 years older than 12 year old Tori for how many more 30 day months will their threesome be considered statutory rape.

i just choked on my fucking peanuts what the fuck

HELP ME PLEASE OMG.

Either 24 months or 12 months, idk the laws where you live.

montypythonsflyingsurplus:

anawkwardfruit:

capsicle1916:

baconllamatimelord:

miss-doctorwho:

partners-in-time:

miss-doctorwho:

If you think about it, Facebook has not even reached the stage of Gif’s yet.

Or italics

How can I express my feelings with no italics

It has not even got bold

And we need to talk about:

• Bullet points

I may as well strikeout Facebook

You can’t even put links into text

you did not just link that

Nick innabanana Cage

(Source: misswho221b)

I wonder what it’s like to watch yourself self-detruct

Ana said it’d be easy
Ana said it’d be fun
Ana said you’ll be prettier, in no time you’ll be a size 1
She said “Take my hand” and I did
She told me to stop eating
Start exercising
Count those calories
And then came along Mia
She told me Ana was right, but her advice would help too
Mia said throw up
Eat laxatives
Drink gallons of water
“Binge, purge, starve, binge, purge, starve; it’s easy as 1, 2, 3.”
I did what she said, and soon I forgot the feeling of being hungry
That weight started dropping like water balloons in the summer
My clothes started getting too big, what a happy bummer
Those compliments started pouring in;
I was pretty.
I was thin.

Ana and Mia showed me something like never before
I just put my life on the line, I didn’t know what was in store
All those days sitting by the toliet & the sink
Shoving my fingers down my throat and watching my less-than-500-calories go down the drain
My bones were aching, I couldn’t escape the pain
Hair started falling out, skin getting pale
Still saw myself distorted in the mirror, the size of an orca whale.
I couldn’t stop what I had started.
I was never finished, never done.
I had to reach my goal, I HAD to be a size 1
That’s very unhealthy for someone like me
5’10 and 130 pounds, what a stick sight to see
No one ever noticed the thinning of me

The long recovery from the wild ride started there
Everything I tried to eat came back up
I was in despair
Spiraling into a depression… off of this.

My journey with Ana and Mia has ended
Sometimes they come back
And sometimes I play their game
It’s like tag two-on-one
You may have thought the friendship was over;
But it’s really just begun.