the beautiful untold truth

i have learned i can be the happiest person you have met but trust me I'm human too sometimes i cry and honestly i don't like to show it ,but that's why i blog .
Went to see captain America with this boo

Went to see captain America with this boo

asian:

These clothes are so cute oh my god.
If you want to check them out, make sure to use the discount code ASIAN10 to receive 10% off their products, I’m going to get a couple after I finish writing this. :P
http://outsidertees.com
if you have any questions, just inbox me :)

asian:

These clothes are so cute oh my god.

If you want to check them out, make sure to use the discount code ASIAN10 to receive 10% off their products, I’m going to get a couple after I finish writing this. :P

http://outsidertees.com

if you have any questions, just inbox me :)

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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.

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Girl’s are amazing

I think we broke the notes…

i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”

THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES

WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY

what the heLL

where is it

Notes all gone. End of the world

But for real though where the fuck did the notes go??

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amroyounes:

My part I of a two part series on Pope Francis and why I think he rocks!  There has been a backlash against religiosity lately with all that is going on in the world and folks like him definitely help restore your faith!

I’m agnostic bordering on atheist and this man warms my heart. He is what we should all strive to be.

Agnostic yet going down the list i’m liking this pope more and more.

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