I /am/ loved.
I told you. All the men in my life die.
I’m not a man in your life, okay? You said so yourself. I’m a little shitpot.
God I fucking love her.
Why use a fan when you can use an oversized subwoofer
I’m already afraid of 20something problems and I’m barely 18.
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
This is groundbreaking
this is my third time rebloging this today. this is so important.
I have goosebumps
because were all trying to heal the child that was broken