I want to throw up
I want to make out with you
I want to slam my head into the pavement
I hate it when you finally accept one of your insecurities and then someone makes a harsh, unneeded comment about it and it puts you right back to square one.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve readThis needs to get passed around more
i become a serious safety hazard when someone tickles me i cannot control what my body does
This is my girlfriend
no im not