"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."
A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER
its back igaf its not my blog style
YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES
If you zoom in it says at the bottom “every once and a while you meet these people that make you think that just maybe you’ve been doing something right after all to deserve them in your life” and I love that
10 things our kids will never understand…
limewire lmao I forgot that was a thing woww. my memory
Oh god. Cartriges. Limewire.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
In a dressing room like shit this is not a confidence ruining dressing room lemme take a selfie