the boys are gods
a natural hierarchy
"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings aroun...
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
in which the boy who only knows how to break hearts meets the girl who's heart couldn't possibly break any more. "he had to learn the hard way that you should always be careful when trying to fix someone, for you could cut yourself on their broken pieces." [disorder diaries, 2015 backseatmuke] tw :: self harm, suicide...
In which a girl who hides behind baggy sweaters and a fake smile is forced to learn that 'perfection' doesn't come easily, and being skinny isn't always worth the pain. "she cried herself to sleep that night, because deep down she knew that no matter how many meals she skipped and how much exercise she did, Olivia wou...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."