Sometimes when we were alone I would place my hand over your beating heart
I could run my fingers along the length of your rib bones
You’re so raw, you’re so beautiful
Under some skin and bone, your life force was beating into my palm
I tied myself to you everynight
With magick and intention I was making you mine
So if I squeeze my left hand shut, does your heart break?
Do you feel it when mine does?
Do you get the pit of your stomach in a grinder when I lie?
You forget we were once one
I feel you
Everything you think, you feel,you intend
And I cant breath
Because when I look out at night I wonder if you feel me up there too
And if my mask keeps slipping
Im afraid I won’t care about anything anymore
So one time my dad bought a skeleton for Halloween, and one day he decided to place it in the kitchen to scare me and it went too far…
promoting body positivity for larger girls:
doing so by throwing skinny girls under the bus, calling thinner girls “fake”, or insisting that being bigger is “what men really want” (implying that any female body type is only good if it has male approval):
I don’t get how some people can stand being around others for more than 12 hours a day. Don’t you wanna be alone after awhile?
Amazing spoke guard art for my wheelchair done by my lovely cousin (go check her out)!!! 65 Pink Roses for Cystic Fibrosis :)
Oh my god, so cute. Brb, dying.