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My name is Amanda, I'm 16, and a junior in high school. I'm from New Jersey.

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do u ever start being friends with someone

and then u get to know them 

and its like

no wait 

i dont actually like you

can we stop this friendship thing we have going on

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— 23 minutes ago with 205843 notes

malijuanastyles:

malijuanastyles:

I think it’s lovely how you can sit in a classroom and visualize having sex with someone and nobody will notice at all

do you know how many angry boys have messaged me about boners because of this post

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lunalovelock:

list of cute things

  • you
  • also you
  • hey look you
  • and you
  • wait wait wait
  • you
  • you’re cute

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— 2 hours ago with 167138 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 she 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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It’s not that I don’t love you.

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octobra:

if you step on the back of my shoe and it comes off I will do the same thing to ur head

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"I am of those who like to stay late at the café. With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."
Ernest Hemingway, from Winner Take Nothing

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— 4 hours ago with 4719 notes

wookiej:

Spanish Teacher: ¿Cómo estás?

Me: Estoy bitchin’

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— 4 hours ago with 252592 notes
"Does my name pass through your mind when it’s 3 am and you’re wide awake?"
— 6 hours ago with 272930 notes

raqe:

I was going to get mad at everyone in my art class for wasting expensive paint but then I got distracted by how pretty it was

(via ridinghi)

— 6 hours ago with 52861 notes