Timely, Diane. Hitting Me Right Where It Hurts.

Me af

Detail : Spring Scattering Stars, 1927, by Edwin Blashfield.

wow this cannot be good for me *keeps doing it*

Ten years and people still walking out of a marvel movie before the end credits

contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol

How many times have I looked in the mirror and cursed this body. That was molded from my mother’s. That was sculpted by my story.

How many times have these hands prodded and poked. At skin that was just breathing. At a body that was just living.

- All My Girlhood.

Leo: How are you?

Donnie: Waiting for death but not seeking it out so I could be worse.