You can drag me to hell, if it meant I could hold your hand

This types of smiles are what I stay alive for

Ever since we were little I would get this feeling like I am floating outside of my body looking down on myself and I hate what I see.



-The edge of seventeen🖤🖤🖤

If I think too hard I am scared I might lose it.

What if my bones are made of glass?

What if I can't take life's knocks?

It amazes me how fragile my heart is

And also how hard

You lose your way just take my hand
you're lost at sea then I'll command your boat to me again

He was in tears, and he did not know the reason.

Do you think I can fix myself?

I don't want someone to see the good in me, I want someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.
— Kaneki Ken

She hated reading. She only liked this italian poet. Cesar pavesse. He said "we donot remember days we remember moments."
Anytime I was having a bad day she always said that like it was supposed to fix something.🖤🖤🖤

How can I describe it to you if you don't see it? It is a form not just a feeling, look at my face pallor, pay attention to my lethargy, to my slow walk, to my eyes, my isolation, listen to my silence, look at my calmness, read what I write and you will know what cushioning my ribs.

I am excited to see what they have to offer