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The Girl Who Bleeds Her Tears
caution: Trigger warning

My name is Brianna Hughes, and This is my story. I'm not looking for attention really, maybe just for someone to listen to what I have to say.

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

(via whocouldlovethegirlwhocuts)

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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22 hours ago

easilyhumored:

fallingintoconfusion:

easilyhumored:

date idea: take me to ikea and play hide and seek with me

Girls are so simple.

i am boy

(via notentirelysureyet)

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22 hours ago

Me everytime I drink (via upperslut)

(via bongs-and-bands)

I did not intend to get this drunk
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22 hours ago

god, do I fucking miss you. please come back. (i-live-inside-my-head)

(Source: i-live-inside-my-head, via xhilaratingly)

I’m running out of words
to write about you.
But god knows
I will never run out of feelings
to feel for you.
You will forever circulate
through each of my veins,
and I will never be able
to get you out;
no matter how hard I try.
Even with a scalpel,
or some scissors.
Not even a chainsaw could
destroy the fibers of you
that are fastened
in my bloodstream.
All I can do
is try to snuff out
the fire of my love for you.
But how do I extinguish
all the flames inside me
when I’m already living in hell, burning alive.
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22 hours ago
tendanceaerrer:

dear-abigail:

oh good heavens. 

If I could hope for anything close to the “perfect life” one day, this would certainly be it.

tendanceaerrer:

dear-abigail:

oh good heavens. 

If I could hope for anything close to the “perfect life” one day, this would certainly be it.

(via lovingequestrian)

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22 hours ago
flyingmind:

If you’d let me, I’d hold you, not just your hand or your body but also your heart. I’d let you rest on me and you can come to me and relax knowing I will love you and never judge you. I will be your home, if you choose me and I will show you the love I am capable of and more. Arms always open to welcome you in; to welcome you home. I will walk with you, your hand and heart safe in mine.

flyingmind:

If you’d let me, I’d hold you, not just your hand or your body but also your heart. I’d let you rest on me and you can come to me and relax knowing I will love you and never judge you. I will be your home, if you choose me and I will show you the love I am capable of and more. Arms always open to welcome you in; to welcome you home. I will walk with you, your hand and heart safe in mine.

(Source: loveandsensuality, via striving-to-feel)

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