angry child

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

AND A GOOD ONE

I hate getting so sad to the point where my body completely shuts down, and all I can do is just lay there and think about all my problems

you know what’s wild? there’s some people out there that don’t have any mental problems. like they love life , they love their body and themselves , they don’t deal with these thoughts .. it’s wack man.

Pull me into a bathroom at a party and tell me how bad you want me. Then fuck me.

joy is underrated as an artistic objective

soon: comfy sweaters, hot beverages in cups, leaves crunching under your feet, drops of rain against the window, reading your book in bed

friendly reminder that just because your body isn’t as thin as it used to be doesn’t mean your body is wrong