Today My Bones Are Made Of The Most Fragile Flowers. I Feel Little Blue Petals Brush Against My Lips.

now i wanna just sort of finally find someone to talk to- to connect to. It’s just weird being on my own so frequently, aching to be loved and understood, but being terrified of actually connecting to someone. As i told the color green, if you allow yourself to be loved then you also open yourself up to vulnerability. And survivors of ab*** just don’t have that luxury.

may this year be kinder and gentler to you

emotions are so constant

i dont mind em but i would like to just take a break from feeling so much sometime

maybe lie down on a beach somewhere, listen to a guitar, and rest on someone’s chest for a while

if you haven’t, i hope you fall in love with life again. i hope you wake up with a happy sigh, hope you feel like doing things you enjoy, hope you are surrounded by people who make you feel safe, hope you smile at yourself in the mirror.

  When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work. 

i wish people would stop staring at me.

just because i dont have skin doesn’t mean i don’t have feelings

the guitar and his voice and the voice cracks and the straining and all the passion he puts into it and the texture of the song and how happy he looks and and and and

i am atrocious with people

so truly bad at it.

Because I can be the smoothest motherfucker around- IF i don’t really care about the people’s opinions.

As soon as I start to actually like the person and look for approval. That’s when things go to shit. I start worrying about everything.

I’ve been advised that just “going for it” is the best approach. I am going to do that in spite of my incredibly and inexorable chaotically fearful habits.

hhh wish me luck.

man i just want my man.

why is everything so

distant?

i just gave my cat a little kiss onthe head And now he sounds like a motorcycle <3