Not Broke, Just Bent.

the-monstrumologist:

ydrill:

Enjoying bath

OH
MY
GOD
HOW
FUCKING
CUTE

I have never
loved myself
so much in
the hands of
another.
for those like me who fear what they long for most, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

kawaiians:

I HATE ACCIDENTALLY HURTING DOGS THEY SCREAM AND THEN THEY ACT LIKE THEYRE SORRY AND ITS THEIR FAULT AND THEY TRUSTED YOU AND YOU FUCKING STEPPED ON THEM OR PICKED THEM UP WRONG THEY TRUSTED YOU AND YOU HURT THEM

My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
(58/365) by (KJ)
Now

Now

These are not
battle scars.
These are not
proof of survival.
My riddled body is
not
so poetic.
The fact that they
exist
proves I was
very sad and very sick.
The fact that they
are scar tissued
proves I am
progressing.
This was never supposed to be
poetry.
There is
no
romance
in pain.
Michelle K., Truth About Scars. (via michellekpoems)

This

(via happymesssb)
happymesssb:

fit-lifting-girl:

fit-lifting-girl


Want her bod

mothxwings:

l00ny-l0veg00d:

These are the mist beautiful rings I’ve ever seen, I love rough stones.

holy fuck they’re perfect

Always holds me close to his chest when anxiety and tears are taking over me. Sweetest.

Always holds me close to his chest when anxiety and tears are taking over me. Sweetest.