C'est la vie

I'm Kayla. I don't have much to offer other than an open heart and a listening ear. I often write, so you will see a lot of that on this blog. Enjoy.

April 21, 2014 at 5:53pm
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I got glasses

I got glasses

9:40am
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Reblogged from ooonedaymore

ooonedaymore:

and the good lord handed down upon his people robin egg candies and said “take, eat, this is body which is given for you, do this in remembrance of me.”

April 20, 2014 at 2:15am
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jrdyn:

honestly what the hell

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April 19, 2014 at 6:44pm
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bakedbutters:

Got that dank. Hmu

bakedbutters:

Got that dank. Hmu

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9:48am
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buttart:

f-ili:

Puppy versus Dandelion

HE’S SO UPSET

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9:46am
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Reblogged from extrasad

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 she 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 exoticwild)

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April 18, 2014 at 5:46pm
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April 17, 2014 at 9:36am
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cpassikoff:

I’ll love you for the rest of your life when you’re ready.

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8:24am
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7:12am
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satans-advocate:

sext: i want to pay bills and share household duties and approach our late 20’s in a financially and emotionally stable way with you

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