It’s nights like these that are the hardest
Where I dig my nails into my skin
My body bears the weight of a lifeless carcass
It feels as if my own flesh is a sin.
I just want to cry for three years
and I wish I was anyone else but myself
The fabric of my pillow has lost it’s ability to absorb tears
And most days I’m afraid to ask for help.
It’s nights like these that are the hardest
The only time I yearn for sleep
Like a planter that can’t stand the sight of her garden
So in the soil she buries herself deep.
I know that tomorrow is a new day
And I’ll be given a fresh beginning
But in my core I’ll still feel remnants of yesterday
And be haunted by the memories of my sinning. (Aureate-dwale)

(Source: aureate-dwale)

positive body image fuck yeah



Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.

(via leprechaun-in-da-hood)