all the people around me are falling in love and im just here falling asleep

Ask me about my body. (¬‿¬)

  • Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?
  • Skin: Do you tan easily?
  • Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
  • Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
  • Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
  • Tongue: What was in your last meal?
  • Windpipe: Do you sing?
  • Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
  • Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
  • Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
  • Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?
  • Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
  • Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
  • Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
  • Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
  • Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
  • Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
  • Back: Are you a virgin?
  • Hips: Do you like to dance?
  • Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?
  • Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
  • Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
  • Brain: Anything you want to ask




This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

Needed this today



for when your heart doesn’t feel like your heart

Remember the day of the clean air and ugly sunburns. Remember how light everything felt passing through your fingers. Do not hold on to this.

Remember the night it rained like the sky was sorry, when everything was drunk and clumsy and honest, and we broke every wine glass just to feel them shatter.

You are better than every broken piece of a person who tried to translate your heart into something they could understand. You belong to yourself first, and there is no shame in having a puzzle for a heart.

Remember the day you felt your heart turn to ash in your chest, dry and heavy, convinced there was nothing after this but the ruins. Remember you set the fire yourself. You know what to do.

Wallow in this mess until you are sure again. There is always the rebuilding.

Some days your heart is the lightbulb. Most days it’s the moth. Somewhere there is a city of light and blinding things, and everyone has moth hearts and open arms.

Remember that we are nothing and everything alike all at once.


Anonymous asked:
can you post a picture of yourself? you're so beautiful :)

Thank you so much, I’m flattered. :)
Sure, I’ll post one!