I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt.
It’s so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
I just love tumblr bc I could be as raw as I want, being that my followers are narrowed down to only the people that “get it” or at least are open-minded enough to form a general understanding as to what I’m talking about. Run on sentences describing tumblr pro’s- lmk👍👐
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Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.