If we are made in God's image then he must be the devil
As we are a violent, cruel and sorry excuse of flesh and bones that destroys everything bright and beautiful given to us
-kurea:)
digital diary: @kureachiyekoblog
(non sh)
laying in bed at night knowing she doesn't miss me as much as i miss her
she doesn't cry every night, begging for it to end
she doesn't lash out at everyone around her because she's so upset and angry with the world
she isn't in therapy because we're not friends anymore
She doesn't want me back and she never will
anyone else's mum called sour sweets "spicy" or is mine just extra special?
how can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met?
The Death of Orpheus (Henri-Léopold Lévy, c. 1870)
I highly recommend a clingy, lovey-dovey partner. Life’s too short to be with someone who acts like showing love is a chore
I wish boobs were detachable. Because sometimes I want to look like a genderless being, other times the outfit needs boobs.