I Havent Seen Anyone Post Anything About It On Here But The Congress Of A Phillipines Is Currently Holding

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jesse from breaking bad top surgery

ok plz pretend will didn't just get shot ... pretend they are hugging because they like eachother

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

listening to ethel cain isn’t enough i need to Eat her

Grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

- Jamie Anderson

me, sobbing: please just let me focus on this task for five minutes

my brain: I͔̦̞̱’̼̜ͅḾ̭̠͔͎͖̙ ̻͖͍̲͚B̫̖̦̙I̳̘̕T̷̲͚͉̭̜͖̗C̺̣͇Ḥ̫́IN͟G̴͚̲̼ ̭̲̙̯̫H͏͚̻͍͖͓E’͘S̝̪̯̦̱͞ ͕̳͙̟͔̰B̺͘ͅI̲̮̻͡Ţ̭͈̠C̛H̝̥I̵͍̞̥NG ̥̖̯̝̝͚̭T͈̜͇̼͚̯H̝̰͚̞E̗͖Y̢͙͎̤̮’͕̝̻̮̲͎̤R̖̜͙̤̱Ȩ͚̩ ͉͓́B͔̭̞̯̣ͅÍ͓̥̗̞̦Ṱ̨͍̪̻C̣̜H̶̼̯͎̻͙I̵̲͉N̛̜̖̬̮G҉̜̝̪͓̞ ̞̯͚̭̲̭̹W͚E̬’̵̻͓R̞͎̜̩E̜ ́B̰̖͔̲̯̼I̟͘T̙̟̘̪C̥̤̠̲͚̞͈H҉̳̖͈̪͓I̷͈͙̻̘Ǹ̰̱̭Gͅ ̶͈̮̪͓B̫̥͞I͈̭̭̫̭T̕C͏̳̣͉̞̼̩̱H̟̣̱̻̱̘ ͢B͏̲̙I̺̮̳̫̮̩T̙̙̖͎̰C͏̩͚̺̥̤̘H ̧̠B̟͔̹I̜T̨͙̹̫̦͇ͅC̵̖̩H̩̗͉̩͢ ͇̰̭̙͠BỊ̺̱͡ͅT̵ͅĆ͓̤̯̣̞Ḥ

F͕͞U̼͈Ṇ̤̟͍̟N̨̟͚̹͈ͅY͏̠͍̩̤ F͟Ṷ̴͚̖͉̖̥N̘N҉̫̯̞Y͔̳̺̤̪ F̵̙̩̥̼U̙͇͈̹͕̬N̸̻̬̲̹N̶̯̮Y̵̗ ̼̫̫̪̬̦̫F̡͈U̫̥N̳̥͔Ṇ̼͢Y̸̝͖̙͚͔̳