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no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.

you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.

look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.

—  I MET SOMEONE WITH YOUR NAME AND DIDNT FLINCH // s. osborn

Manipulative tumblr posts: if you don’t feel angry/sad/scared at this event, you must be super privileged and Bad

Me: get your filthy claws off my emotions, me not panicking is a sign I am winning against my mental disorder

some days i am death threat and
others i am apology poem.
you were a rose and some days
i remember your softness but others
all i can think of are the thorns.
i want to see this in something other
than black and white but in my memory
there is no shared responsibility,
only killer and killed, only one
bloody body on the ground.

i want you beside me and yet i
never want you to touch me again.
i want you to whisper the pretty things to me again
but every word from your mouth makes me sick.

i want you back but i know
you haven’t changed.
i haven’t changed either.

—  it’s funny how the missing puzzle piece can also be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, sarah kate osborn
I tried to write
an apology.
After all,
every tornado
takes two
masses of air.
So it wouldn’t be fair
to lay the blame
on you.
At least,
that’s what I used
to believe.
After all,
I’ve seen my own share
of stormy weather.
But as it turns out
I didn’t contribute
to this particular storm.
I just got swept up
in your destruction.
I cannot write you
an apology
because the words
do not feel genuine.
There is only one thing
I am not proud of.
So this
is my apology:
I am sorry
for not loving myself enough 
to leave sooner.
—  Sorry, V.P.

I don’t care what worthwhile topic the post is about–saving the rainforests, preventing suicide, marriage equality–if anyone adds a comment like, if you don’t reblog this you’re scum, or not reblogging is an instant unfollow, I WILL NOT REBLOG THAT POST BECAUSE EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION IS NOT OKAY, FOR ANY REASON, EVER. And if you don’t get that, I probably don’t want you following me anyway.

Assumption: Akaashi is annoyed by Bokuto whereas Kuroo can handle Bokuto better

my claim: Akaashi and Kuroo act similarly (almost the same way) towards Bokuto but people tend to interpret Akaashi as more “cold” towards Bokuto because he’s a more stoic character.

Spoilers for: the manga (owls vs cats), the short comic (”super forgetful”)

Evidence underneath the cut:

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