When Love Is Gone, Where Does It Go?


When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit. 

That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.

Baby: d- d-
Dad: Daddy?
Baby: Digimon digital monsters digimon are the champions
Toddler: Mama, I L-L-Looo
Mother: You love me?!
Toddler: Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years past and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar, an Airbender named Aang. And although his airbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Aang can save the world.


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“People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.”

- Marsha Linehan (via stolenallthestars)



physics is fake gravity doesnt exist fuck isaac newton old white ass


*romantically calls you dude*

I barely finish my cigarette.
I mean that I don’t, that something
doesn’t taste right about killing myself—
not like this, not so slowly.
Blood on the inside never quite as good
as blood on the outside.

I set my laptop on the bed, still resting
on the shoe box I use in place of a desk.
I bought those boots on sale to kick
somebody’s ass with when I go back
to where you loved me, where you
slept with her but dreamt of a girl
with no accent, of her playing jazz,
of how she’d turn your body into
a shiny brass instrument & then
blow hard on your heart.

Floral printed combat gear
is funny to me— like the punchline.

See, it’s hilarious. I mean the pain is:
someone doubled over, someone taken
by surprise, someone hit in the nuts,
someone’s lover gone dumb, someone
always in denial, a heart broken in church.

It’s the running joke.

Look, this is my birthday & I’m not
expecting you to come to the party,
I just want you to tell your dad hi for me.
Tell him that someone is aging at the same
rate as he is, tell him that someone else
knows how much it hurts to love his son.

- Moriah Pearson, the birthday poem   (via mooneyedandglowing)


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