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« Your image in the mirror became an enemy. It hurts, right? »

The silence isn’t so bad
‘Till I look at my hands and feel sad
‘Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

Vanilla Twilight, Owl City (via words-and-coffee)

Sometimes I wonder when I’ll be priority number one.



I am not comfortable
in my own skin;
But I am trying
to be. Damn it,
I am trying to be.

A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

Unknown (via invisible-depression)