People truly don’t understand the weight of it.

Something was taken from me. Something with immeasurable weight. It was intricately tied to the pillars of my being.

I was tightly wound, and losing that thread made me unrecognizable. I would look in the mirror and not know who was staring back. I would run my fingers over my raw skin, wondering why after an hour of showering, after weeks have past, I could still feel you touching me.

They never talk about it. Talk about how having this thing taken from you dismantles you. I had come so. Far. I had learned to love myself after years of self loathing. I had built myself up to someone I felt was worth it. But none of that matters, because the thing that was taken from me is something I can’t give myself back. He can’t give me it back. No one can.

Now? I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am without that piece you took from me.

I don’t know what I feel without that piece you took from me.

I don’t know how to love myself without that piece you took from me.

Fuck. You.

I’m back

But I’m not better.

The poison for kuzco

(Source: hecallsmepineappleprincess, via dirt--and--glitter)

Kuzco’s poison

(Source: hecallsmepineappleprincess, via dirt--and--glitter)

The poison

(Source: hecallsmepineappleprincess, via dirt--and--glitter)

Bite her butt cheeks

(Source: gucci-flipflops, via dirt--and--glitter)

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so much is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s too much!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want to sleep in the forest for 190 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m tired leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(via biclarrke)

When a girl who used to be your friend calls you an almost rapist because you made out with her and didn’t stop right away when we were fucked up yet she’s fucking the guy that raped you that same night 🙃

I don’t recognize who I am anymore.