love me, hate me

ask whatever.   17. iowa. yup.

ruinedchildhood:

Mom: Home in 5 minutes, hope you’ve taken the chicken out of the freezer

Me: 

— 5 hours ago with 26207 notes
thefrontierwaseverywhere:

Baby. Let’s get out the good china.

thefrontierwaseverywhere:

Baby. Let’s get out the good china.

(Source: ollymoss, via ruinedchildhood)

— 8 hours ago with 66427 notes

taco-bell-rey:

glennoconnell:

Frozen 2

she can’t hold it back anymore

(via ruinedchildhood)

— 8 hours ago with 64623 notes
mamalovebone:

"its a metaphor, you see—you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you dont give it the power to do its killing"

mamalovebone:

"its a metaphor, you see—you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you dont give it the power to do its killing"

(via ruinedchildhood)

— 8 hours ago with 86969 notes

cravings:

things i drop

  • my phone
  • my food 
  • my pens
  • my grades
  • the bass 

(Source: cravings, via thefuuuucomics)

— 8 hours ago with 85958 notes
rottingcat:

awwww-cute:

Meet Simba. He’s a Leonberger

THAT IS AN ARCANINE

rottingcat:

awwww-cute:

Meet Simba. He’s a Leonberger

THAT IS AN ARCANINE

(via siqhing)

— 9 hours ago with 220027 notes
"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"
It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via siqhing)

— 9 hours ago with 60440 notes
#this is why I'm scared 
"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"
It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via siqhing)

— 9 hours ago with 60440 notes

guy:

"hey! you can only have one!!"

image

(Source: guy, via ruinedchildhood)

— 9 hours ago with 148858 notes

"Extraordinary.  You stand as a paragon of your kind, human.  You fight like no man or demon I have ever known.  Though this is not the end.  My hate…never perishes.  It is born anew in a cycle of no end!  I will rise again!"

(Source: parellas, via thisgirlgames)

— 10 hours ago with 1571 notes

sibiet:

i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok

(via hate)

— 11 hours ago with 298013 notes