Tears Of The Wolf




WARNING: This may be triggering.

97% B&W. 3% color.

Destiny. 16. NY.

My life is probably more messed up than my hair.

Clean since: March 21, 2013.

popularboyfriend:

my life is one part “wait” and another part “what”

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iquoterelatable:

relatable gifs and quotes

olafsnowman:

Does anyone else remember when American Dragon randomly changed its art style?

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haleighbaleighbee:

fashioninfographics:

How many times can you wear it between washes?
Via

Huh. I think this is the most important thing I’ve ever reblogged.

l4brys:

i wont rest until ive complained about everything

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brucetimms:

when ur friend got big gossip and u gotta prepare yourself

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idle-handss:

Nothing more hilarious than seeing a guy’s behavior towards you completely change as soon as he realizes he’ll never get anything out of his interaction.

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dapussnboots:

ME VS THE REAL WORLD
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bagelbrother:

i think your sister knows how to turn the FCK UP

lzbth:

i just almost missed my train because i was taking a personality quiz to find out what fruit I am

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okaymad:

"i think he likes me"

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1. I adored everything about him. Every freckle on his cheek and even the dimple on his chin. I loved the smell of his shampoo and the sound of his breath. I took countless photos of him because I didn’t want to ever forget the moments where he made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt. Eventually he stopped calling to say “I love you” and shortly after I stopped smiling. He has a new girlfriend now and every so often I see them kissing in the hall. It hurts but all I can do now is pretend my heart doesn’t shatter every time I see his fucking face.
2. He messaged me one day and he just began to slowly fade into my life. His eyes were grey, I could of written beautiful poetry about them if only I felt something when they looked at me. He had dark hair and he made me laugh but not the same way the other boys did. I kept him around for a while, mostly because my family said he had a charming smile and a soft voice. What I felt wasn’t love, I just thought if we spent the whole time with his tongue down my throat that maybe I could forget that when he told me that I was his world I felt nothing in return.
3. He was a fucking forest fire destroying everything in his path. He wasn’t always that way though. I used to be the center of his world. He used to always stare at my freckles and laugh at all my jokes. It wasn’t until I stopped eating for days and made his world black and white. He then became a series of missed calls, unanswered texts and tears. He stopped using his lips to kiss me and began placing cigarettes in them instead. He still calls me sometimes to tell me he misses me but usually it’s only after a few bottles of cheap fucking beer.

— The 3 boys I brought home to meet my mother (via dumbdaisies)

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say it with me now

emotional

abuse

is

still

abuse

do not fucking tell me someone with abusive parents “had it easy” just because the abuse wasn’t physical or sexual

just don’t

(Source: reijys)

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