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single. SWF. American. German. female. 1 tattoo. 19. September 22. Drug free. writer.reader.
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currently reading- No one else can have you: Kathleen Hale
currently watching- Supernatural
current obsession- Ed Sheeran

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19. Florida. single &sassy

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If any of you ever need anything my ask box is always open. If you need help staying positive just please, talk to me & maybe ask to hear my story. I know what it's like to feel like you aren't good enough but trust me you are not alone.
I'll fight for you but I will not compete for you
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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.

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

(via crutal)

"The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy."
- Pete Wentz (via hopelesslyhealing)

(via sectionpandora)

Anonymous: But what if you think I'm hideous and never want to talk to me?? 

That won’t happen

in-catz-we-trust: your secret admirer is very smart for picking you. you're fucking beautiful. 

Thank you I trust cats btw ily

Anonymous: Hello I'm not the anon that's been writing to you but I have to say that the anon's right: You are beautiful! I love your hair and you have an amazing body and such a cute&pretty face! I hope you have an amazing day, night, week, life, whatever I just wish you all the best xx 

Thank you so much! My self esteem just got way boosted & I was having a really shitty day thank you x100000

Anonymous: I can't be a secret admirer if I tell you!! 

I won’t tell anyone I promise!

Anonymous: I would 

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