from ashes

Veja por um lado, é tudo em prol da ciência! Quero ver o mundo girar.

Como eu cuidar de você bêbada vai ser em prol da ciência, Emme?

stormsahead-rpbr:

Teenage girls can’t die. And that’s why they swallow pills like candy, and push their bodies into gravity-defying pyramids, run until their lungs burn like the cigarettes they smoke, and starvestarvestarve until the noise in their head is static noise and star dust.  “We’re immortal.” They whisper into each other’s mouths, sleepovers not including very much sleep at all. They don’t need boys, they don’t need weakness. They have each other, even with blood dripping down their backs. Falling isn’t falling if you smile while doing it, it’s something like flying. Betrayal isn’t betrayal if you smile after doing it, drag the knife from their shoulder blades. Friendships last as long as the bracelets they’re made of. Kisses are forgotten as soon as they happen. There’s an abyss spreading before them, as wide as the sky, where the endless adolescence - ends. Their bodies will never be as tight as they are now. Their lips never as red. Their laughs never as frequent, their loves never as intense. Teenage girls never die. They grow up.