University of Cincinnati.

April 22, 2014 12:14 am


i may not be able to draw pretty flowers

or write beautiful poems

but i can love you at 2am when no one else will

and maybe that makes it worth it

(via sleeepers)

April 21, 2014 12:51 pm


i’m really good at not being invited places

(Source: snapchatting, via poetic)

April 19, 2014 1:39 pm

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.


It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via c-oquetry)

(Source: extrasad, via sleeepers)

11:06 am
"Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not."

Paulo Coelho (via pureblyss)

(via of-want-and-misery)

April 18, 2014 12:35 pm
"But here’s the thing: healing doesn’t have to be heavy. It doesn’t have to feel like a tiresome concept that we lug around on our backs; one that holds within it the burden of our pain and suffering. It doesn’t have to be cloaked in drama. Healing can mean whatever the hell you want it to mean; happiness, softness, awareness, forgiveness, letting go, returning to totality…"

Tara Bliss (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: liquid-diamonds-flowing, via cityandcolourr)

12:27 am

Suggestion by my lovely boyfriend


Suggestion by my lovely boyfriend

(via sleeepers)

April 15, 2014 1:57 am

(Source: ploaix, via heart)

April 11, 2014 10:46 am April 9, 2014 1:08 am
"Love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it’s over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love."

Daily Relatable Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

(via thelovewhisperer)

12:47 am
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

Jane Austen, Emma (via thestreep)