Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter.
Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter.
a morning spent thinking of a life without you (by fltsnd)
treat me like a stained mattress
rest your body on my body
let me feel the weight of your existence
so i know what purpose feels like
this guy. one of many inspirations for all my writing endeavors.
Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.
Because, damn it, it feels like there’s only 20 of us! I need proof.
(via themoormaiden)