started from the bottom and i was somehow able to get lower


Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

i am full of anxiety and daydreams.
i am built from bad poetry and diet pills.
i am a puddle of liquid fire. i am
my own worst enemy.
i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.
i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet,
too serious or too blithe.
i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that.
someone asked me to describe myself i didn’t know what to say // c.u.t (via vaffancculo)
Scratching a mosquito bite




do you ever need a five minute hug but only from like a specific person


ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened