psychedelic mess

my mother says she made me strong like amber,
strong like the trees, strong like
how you held me.

yes i am fragile and the light
shines right on through me

and my love i am overflowing
to coat the scars
you left on me

but i think somewhere in all of this healing
part of you got trapped
under new skin
and i will never
get you out

"He never cared. How could I be so blind.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)



I will never not laugh at this

but why did they upload it


“You do not need pasta.”

– Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning  (via seabelle)