Make peace with your body. It’s not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

babyheroin:

None of your lovers are going to attend your funeral.
You spent too much time writing poetry about them,
and not enough kissing their black and blue stomachs
good morning. As they pinched the fat on their stomachs,
you compared their eyes to oceans that you’d never bathed
in. While they were lost inside of their own skeletons, you
spit out sonnets on the pillow. Remember this, you and I
will both die in the end, and none of this is going to matter.
Love better than you write.

(Source: adoenamedjane, via fingertothemainstream)

im 500% done with today and about 37% done with tomorrow already

(Source: itsbetterthananal, via abstrac-t)

I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

I think I made you up inside my head.