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dead people can’t graduate college

i wish i were an embellished fawn buttercup clasp clutch bag

when i grow up i will be strong enough to carry all the heavy things you have to haul around with you when youre a grown up

matching with the street pigeon

the epidermis completely turns over every 30 days yet i remain scarred for life

i like this better than psychosis

do i have to?

you’re unlovable and your soul was raped 7 years ago

everyone tells me i dont trust people and that i also trust people way too much what am i supposed to do with this information

meow

lavender or black scrubs pls help

my rose is just a common rose?

scorching hot shower wet hair sticking to your skin hot tea on the stove thigh stinging feeling restlesss quite pain

how could you trust someone else to protect you when you yourself are harming it how could you believe someone else could love you when you yourself loathe it

i don't know how to cope with being me anymore, i spend so much time fantasizing about the ideal person i wish i was that i forget who i actually am then when i have to go somewhere and get ready and be among people i feel so incredibly ugly it sends me into a pit of despair