Just a girl.

i hate when people ask how i’m doing like.. horrible. next question

when i was a young boy i had the philosophy of ‘balls are the boobs of the penis so its ok that i want to suck on them it doesn’t make me gay” and tbh i was cooking

to see a marching band

I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur

I wanna be fucking normal. Why couldn't I have been normal?

Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s her dads fault.

i will forever be the hurting child, the angry teenager and the lonely adult.

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

"You’re so polite" thanks i was raised in constant fear of upsetting people.

Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted

Tumblr is not a social media, it's an online psych ward.

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.