Does anyone know what love is? Real love? I keep telling everyone I do t know live and I don’t want to, but I choke on it every day
SOS please help!!!!
Trying to talk to a cute person like
This is me everyday.
Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
Beau Taplin (via jinx—removing)
Stop telling me what my body is. You don’t know me or my body.
Thank Them Properly