Sometimes I feel like I might finally be content with the way I look, and then I look in the mirror and it’s like
"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."
"I crave broken men.
When I try to save other people
am I trying to save myself?
Am I covering up for my lack of strength
by putting people back together?
I am tired.
I want someone to save me -
build an intricate web
and place it beneath me in case I fall."
do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money
The kid in the back feelin it