Weeks Clean of Burning: 7 weeks ~ Days Since Panic Attack: 0 days
Poetry My Face My Confessions THEME

fangpants:

Why do dudes always wanna know your bra size tho, what are they gonna do, buy you bras?? Cause that would be very helpful bras cost a lot of money i would save a fortune

coward:

shitty things that were said to you like a year ago that still piss u off
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tobiasspooky:

do you ever forget that you’re a real person

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.

-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via feellng)