To Be Th!n Enough People Can't Tell My Sex By Looking At My Chest

I love it when I'm drunk

Some more would be nice ;-;

Marina Abramovic: The Artist Is Present (2012) dir: Matthew Akers

that weird abstract emotion where you feel as though you’ll always be an outsider, an observer, even if you’re in the thrust of things and among others. like some tongue rubbing itself at the base of your skull, reminding you of the disconnect. like there is some flexible wall of glass blocking you off from everyone around you. like you’re some kind of strange creature which is only pretending to be human.

Precious Lee by Kévin Drelon for CAP 74024 10 Year Anniversary Issue

I was just being silly.

“I’m just a girl” first of all you’re a grown ass woman second of all free yourself

Came back from work, looked at my reflection on the window and felt depressed. I have to do something about it asap. I hate my body omg

MY BEST FRIEND IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I WANNA BITE HIM