Step into my world

“Your body is a museum of natural disasters. Can you grasp how stunning that is?”

I’m leaving a trail of sequins all over the place! I apologize for the mess!

You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.

someone: *genuinely cares about my self-destructive ass*

for the most part, though, we are crows who tear into each other’s wounds not knowing that we’re making it worse

You ever eat an enchilada, think about it all day, and then realize you might be depressed?