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I could try
I could try and form pretty words that speak volumes about how I miss you. About how I miss your voice washing over me like hot water from a shower after a long day work or a particularly cold winter day. About how I miss feeling your skin touch mine like silk from that one time when I splurged and bought a dress that was to nice for me to wear any place I needed to go. Or about how I miss color of your eyes that reminded me of a ring of fire set a blaze on the middle of the sea. Isn’t it funny how something about you reminds me of the sea. When in my mind it’s either the sea or me that you shall call home when this is all over and said and done. I miss the sound of your breath reverberating between the cages of your ribs as my head rest on your chest when we settle in to go to sleep at night and the way your would wrap our legs together like you couldn’t stand the idea of my feet leaving our bed to hit the floor when you finally shut your eyes. And I miss how out of every single person in my life you are the only one to fight to stay in it in the unique way that only you could do. I will never get used to these days where I get an idea on my head I wish to share with you and just can’t. I will never prefer accomplishing something and being proud of myself but not being able to seek your praise. There is a list a million things long I will never adjust to. I will simply just be strong enough to tolerate them while you are gone letting the military shape you and mold you in to what you believe is a better person but there is no one better in my eyes before or after this adventure of yours. On that note my darling let me say that this will be the last adventure you get to go at alone and I say that because of the whole no contact besides a short call and letters where I can’t gage in your voice if your truly are still the person I fell hopelessly and endlessly in love with. If your still my angel with a shotgun or just a shotgun now. Oh how I wish this was over with.
1 in 5 teenagers have thought about suicide, about 1 in 6 teenagers have made plans for suicide, and more than 1 in 12 teenagers have attempted suicide in the last year. As many as 8 out of 10 teenagers who have commited suicide tried to ask for help in some way before committing suicide. Reblog this if you’re always here to listen.
Not a question.
Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick.
If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them.
If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends.
This is not fake.
Oh fluff, this was on the news today.
son of a…
i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted
LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.
OHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDDD!!!!!! I WAS LIKE… YEA THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BULL SHIT POST…. SO I TRY TO LOOK FOR THE FACE BEHIND THE CLOSET. AND THEN I FOUND IT. OH SHIT
FUCKING SCARY SHIT ASDFAJSDLK DX
im sorry guys im not taking any chances D;
OKAY DIRECTIONERS I KNOW THIS IS NOT A ONE DIRECTION POST BUT I AM ACTUALLY SCARED FOR MY LIFE… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
holy shit what I’m sorry but holy shit
guys it looks like a mix between chucky and a vampire i’m not reblogging for the warning i just wanted to share that with you
why am i doing thissorry everyone, I am superstitious and enjoy not being slaughtered
sorry about this, unfollow me if u want but that bitch will be in ur closet not mine
Totally just reblogged this for two reasons that last comment and that botch ain’t gonna be in my closet fuck that.
A friend just sent me this—it’s the beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies slowed down and layered over The Ballad of Mona Lisa. IDK who did this (if you do let me know), but it’s kind of fucking genius. And a little sad.
ETA: source found! http://emilysachs.tumblr.com/
Oh my Panic!