Float away with me ❤️✨
Boo noodles, or as I like to call them, boodles 👻🍜
You are flowers in my stomach, Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be the sun for you.
Elke River
i just wanna scream at the top of my lungs then sleep for 2 weeks straight
uncovering the decaying masses of guilt and sorrow nested under bone and mystery to expose and finally comprehend the horrors that have taken root in my mind and infected my body (learning about my mental illnesses by doing my psychology homework)
“I felt nothing, and then everything, all at once. If only numbness were less fitful. I might find a way to live.”
— tumblr - Helaena C Moon / instagram - helaena.c.moon
soporificsedatives-deactivated2
Take Care: Mothers, Daughters, and Inheriting Self-Hatred, Ella Wilson