Kaeleigh Eleanor. Not sure what to type here so I'm going to stop now

 

week one: rinse your body of his touch. drown yourself in hot water from the shower, choke on the steam that rises from your red, soaking flesh. scrub yourself raw, until you have shed every last skin cell that could have been touched by his fingertips.

week two: take his jacket and drench it in gasoline. light fire to it in the middle of the night, let the smoke swirl in your lungs. inhale, exhale, the smell of him is leaving. leave the burnt remains on his doorstep.

week three: get drunk. turn off your phone, so you won’t be able to call him. leave it the other room. watch sit-coms and soap operas until 4 in the morning. laugh and cry until you throw up. it won’t be because of him.

week four: hold the necklace he bought you close to your chest. remember. you can remember the good so long as you do not forget the bad. break the clasp with a hammer and place it back in its velvet box.

week five: buy yourself a new dress. put it on and call the boy that’s been chasing you since grade school. ask him if he wants to go out. he’ll say yes. take him to dinner and hold his hand, but do not kiss. adjust. adjust slowly, carefully.

week six: call him. when he picks up, ask him how he’s doing. when he says he’s doing fine, tell him you’re glad. when he asks why, tell him you were just checking and hang up without a goodbye. he will call back that night, and the next, and the next. but he already lost you, and you are okay.

"rule #1: never cry over a fuckboy" or "how to get over someone in a month" // -c.h. (via poeticaffinity)

It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.

K.P.K (via ohteenscanrelate)

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apple-saucy:

spookynez:

chaosprancing:

superwholockgarfield:

morgrana:

OMG so I just figured out the word “hurt”

it’s past, present and future

you will be hurt

you are hurt

you were hurt

BECAUSE IF SOMETHING TRULY HURT, IT NEVER REALLY STOPS

you poetic little shit

it’s because… it’s an adjective… …

you will be stupid

you are stupid

you were stupid

BECAUSE IF SOMEONE IS TRULY STUPID, THEY NEVER REALLY STOP

smilesandvials:

This always cracks me up and I just want a giant poster of it in every lab.

smilesandvials:

This always cracks me up and I just want a giant poster of it in every lab.

(Source: memewhore)

You had to stand there saying:

I love you, I love you, I love you
we’re soul mates, you and I, but that doesn’t mean it works
that doesn’t mean it works

that means my soul can’t bear to be without yours

but that doesn’t mean it works

"You Couldn’t Just Leave?" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

dalyproof:

Sure, kittens are cute and all..but what about the love and wisdom of old dogs?

yolandatheredpanda:

bubblegumbottom:

thesylverlining:

denimcatfish:

arkhane:

disney parade by ~joel27

Mulan… those are not Alice’s hips.

Woaahhh, Jasmine and Esmeralda are gettin it. i don’t think this is pg anymore kids
and mulan is just touching the boobs and staring at boobs
this is great



TOO FAR DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

yolandatheredpanda:

bubblegumbottom:

thesylverlining:

denimcatfish:

arkhane:

disney parade by ~joel27

Mulan… those are not Alice’s hips.

Woaahhh, Jasmine and Esmeralda are gettin it. i don’t think this is pg anymore kids

and mulan is just touching the boobs and staring at boobs

this is great

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TOO FAR DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE