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.

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

i’m in tears.

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And suddenly. The lights dim on the Tom Hiddleston fandom. Screams arise from the horizon. The Winter Soldier fandom has awoken.

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I’m just going to leave this here for anyone whom might take an interest in it.


I’m just going to leave this here for anyone whom might take an interest in it.

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let’s hear it for captain america

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maybe i’m the one who’s wrong here, but isn’t his expression due to the fact that the torture he just endured was still fresh in his mind but he didn’t want anyone, especially steve, to know how badly scarred he was in actuality?

that is the look of someone with massive ptsd.

Why can’t it be both? Human beings are complicated people who have multiple emotions at once. I think we can all agree that he has a lot going on here.

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Was anyone else a little bit disappointed that the kick ass Lady Counsel Member turned out to be Natasha? Still love Natasha, but for a few glorious seconds, it was awesome to see an older woman come out of nowhere to kick ass. 


omg yes I was like “holy shit you go old lady!”

WHOA WHOA WHOA, THAT OLD LADY IS JENNY FUCKING AGUTTER. Show a little respect, y’all. (Also, yes, I did kind of hope for a second that she was also a badass, as much as it totally made sense that it was Widow.)

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[tries to crowd surf at a TED talk]

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you’re my mission friend.

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get away from me [x]

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If you can say Schwarzenegger, you can say Esparza

- Raúl Esparza on idiots who kept pressuring him to change his name to something less latino. (via magnetic-rose)

Our names are not a burden.

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It's a trick. Get ax.

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