if people could look into my eyes and see how many times i’ve sat down and cried in the shower and how many times i have felt empty and how many times i’ve run metal paintbrushes across my arm and how many times in my head i was standing at the exit sign, their eyes would see more tears than today’s afternoon thunderstorm
i can`t go to school mom the blankets have accepted me as one of their own if i leave now i might lose their trust.
Tumblr, please stop sending me emails telling me what’s happening right now on Tumblr.
I know what’s happening right now on Tumblr.
I never leave.
i’ve been shopping for years and i still have nothing to wear.