what i know about love, a list1. It hurts. Goddamn, it hurts like hell. It hurts like a dull, constant ache you can’t shake. It hurts when he’s sitting next to her and listening to what she has to say or tying her shoes or playing with her binder because you know that’ll never be you. It hurts when he’s sitting next to you and smiling and listening to what you say because you know it’ll never be more than that. It hurts when he’s sitting across the room with his friends and he’s laughing because look how smoothly his life flows without you in it.what i know about love, a list by ~MisfitableGrae
2. If you’re in a room with fifty other people who are talking to each other, you’ll still be able to pick out his laugh.
3. There are lots of different kinds of love, and lots of times people mistake something as love when it’s really not. That’s okay, because a lot of people think that you can’t really name love and it’s beyond any mere word or definition or something. I think it’s easy t
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal. by ~MisfitableGrae
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
The Cost of You and IMemories flicker through Cass's mind, flashes and impressions of a razor's edge, blood and laughter she long thought swept into the recesses of her consciousness. Her throat constricts and her eyes sting, but as their gazes meet, she knows it consumes him as much as it does her. Under the weight of Josh's scrutiny, she feels her mask crack. Rage, hatred and frustration draw her hands into fists.The Cost of You and I by ~ebonydreads
But it is the slick of tears upon her face that proclaims her failure.
They left with nothing more than a few Barbies, Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and two stacks of underwear and shirts in torn backpacks. Mum pushed them out of the house, muttering under her breath, and into the blue Mitsubishi van Dad had paid for. Even as Mum hurried into the front seat and slammed the car door, Dad just sat on the porch, crushing the stack of unlabelled videotapes beside him in his fists.
Dad didn't stand as they backed out of the driveway. He didn't chase after them as they rocketed down the road or when they skidded