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Psuedonym is Oti Barom. Welcome to my little place on the internet. A lost hippie in today's modern world. Passionate philanthropist and struggling misanthropist. Romantically hopeless with a dirty mind. Pursuer of artistic and spiritual enlightenment. Lacks a taste for mean spirits, ignorance, caterpillars, what this world is coming to. Frowns upon humanity's rotten three; the greed of power, the lust for instant pleasure, and the hunger for possesions.

*Me, Myself, and I*~~~

**The Questioners**~~~

Apr 23rd at 9PM / via: gnarly / op: heathermorris / 441,471 notes

fuckoffcats:

THE AMOUNT OF THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND I’M SITTING HERE REFRESHING MY FUCKING DASHBOARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE


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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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Apr 23rd at 11AM / via: ruby-moon / op: extrasad / 85,152 notes

"You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you."

Apr 23rd at 10AM / via: ruby-moon / op: hoetion / 43,401 notes

Apr 23rd at 12AM / via: gnarly / op: ionlyfollowbadblogs / 108,815 notes

ionlyfollowbadblogs:

Turn ons: common sense

Y E S


dylanpatryk:

I know you never meant to do everything you put me through. It’s okay I forgive you. Just know that when you see me cringe sometimes, I’m trying to rid the poison from my mind.

Precisely


Apr 22nd at 4AM / via: daddyfuckedme / op: reinapepiada / 360,502 notes

nutella:

gettin real tired of my own bullshit


"Do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people"