©Kristmort
Reasons I grab my boobs
- running upstairs
- running downstairs
- running
- stoked on life
- scared
- walking through my house in the dark
- bored
- boobs
me getting ready .
Bad bitch
i need to start wearing black lipstick again but when nights out last two days i start really not caring about how i look
(Source: hatrah)
you were right, i can’t do this, i’m going crazy.
it’s gone by me, and you can’t see how much i think i’m empty.
one of my faves
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Nothing beats this kind of intimacy, when it’s about 3am and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. There are no words or intentions, you’re just happy lying next to each other knowing that you never want to do this with anyone else. Just to consider that you’re each, essentially, a bag of bones and organs and muscles, and yet you’re both so much more than that because you’ve found each other and suddenly everything makes so much sense.
I love this ^_^ <333
adorbz
(Source: annieherweg)
Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved and sacred. We are all terrible and brillIant. I can list all the things that can make a girl want to escape her own body (re: patriarchy). But I’d rather list all the things that make me want to stay in my body, and adorn it like a home, rub oils into my skin, tell it how sorry I am for trying to leave, for trying to hurt it into submission.
