Gone: Introduction.

myhusbandff:

“Can I ask you something, Chris?” I nudged his socked feet that dangled off my bed droopily, with a chewed up pencil, I always opted on when I was slightly nervous. I didn’t want to offend him in any way, shape, or form. The question I was in dire need to put out there for his ears to hear…

Harm: Chapter 2-

harmfanfic:

Then-April

After finishing his business in the bathroom, Maurice quickly rushed into the now quiet hall with Luke’s binder in hand along with his books and materials. As he walked, he kicked loose leaf paper along the ground with his converse shoes, making sure he used enough…

you know what’s really weird? the fact that you’ll never actually be able to see yourself in real life. like you can see yourself in mirrors and reflections but you’ll never in your life see what you really look like

(Source: niggapus, via j-esus)

I’m the type of girl that goes to the bathroom every other class period, just to look at my appearance and doesn’t eat when it’s time for lunch because I hate eating in public…

I don’t understand how your own fucking family can talk down to you. I truly feel like crying right now.