why are people surprised when they see depictions of hitler that show him doing nice things with his friends or people he cares about
did they think he just sat in darkened rooms rubbing his hands together muttering “jews” disdainfully under his breath all day
yes
“and maybe in a different life, he doesn’t leave you and you love with sunshine hearts and everything is bright. maybe it could have been different if you were more forgiving and he stopped trailing blood, you opened your mouth less and he opened his more, you didn’t love too harshly and he didn’t throw his out the door. but this isn’t a different life and things aren’t different. it doesn’t matter what could have been. it only matters that he’s not here and you’re shaking, sleeping with a nightlight on in bed because you’re so scared of living a life without him. i know. i’ve been there. there’s nothing poetic about the way it feels to cry on the floor. but sometimes that’s the way life is. sometimes that’s how you move on. and you’ve got to move on. you have to weed through every part of yourself until you find the strength to let go. you can’t keep dreaming. it won’t change things. you’ve got to live. pick yourself up. smile at the little things. you have to realize this life is much bigger than him. you don’t have a choice. this is the way it is.”— and maybe this way is for the best (via achingchest)
3 am is such a powerful time. there are people sleeping. there are people partying. there are people having a movie marathon. there are people crying. there are people loving. there are people dying. there are people living. toegther at 3 am.
don’t romanticize 3 am everyone should be in bed!!!! go to sleep bitch!!!!!
“Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind.”— (via bl-ossomed)