I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you

—(via nakedly)

a letter to my body
I am sorry
I am sorry for all the times I hated my thoughts so much I sliced my skin open and let my precious blood flow so freely
I am sorry for all the times I drank more when you told me to stop, and I am sorry for all the times I made you throw it all back up and felt the convulsions in my stomach like knives and let my throat burn like my heart
I am sorry for all the times I inhaled the toxins from a cigarette, I am sorry I let you cough up all the damage and feel the raspy throat of addiction
I am sorry for all the times I thought I didn’t want you anymore and took pills to make you go away, I am sorry I burnt my stomach lining and disabled you for copious amounts of time, and I am sorry for the damage this has caused you that is irreversible
I am sorry for every scar, every burn, every tear and every pain that I’ve put you through
I am so sorry
but thankyou for holding me up, thankyou for disputing my efforts and keeping me alive.
thankyou for healing every cut and bringing more cells of me into existence
thankyou for helping me grow and for letting me have a brain that feels all in the world
I am sorry to my body
and this is probably the most important and sincere apology I will ever give

—sighbroken (via sighbroken)

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

—(via difficult)

I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you

—(via nakedly)

a letter to my body
I am sorry
I am sorry for all the times I hated my thoughts so much I sliced my skin open and let my precious blood flow so freely
I am sorry for all the times I drank more when you told me to stop, and I am sorry for all the times I made you throw it all back up and felt the convulsions in my stomach like knives and let my throat burn like my heart
I am sorry for all the times I inhaled the toxins from a cigarette, I am sorry I let you cough up all the damage and feel the raspy throat of addiction
I am sorry for all the times I thought I didn’t want you anymore and took pills to make you go away, I am sorry I burnt my stomach lining and disabled you for copious amounts of time, and I am sorry for the damage this has caused you that is irreversible
I am sorry for every scar, every burn, every tear and every pain that I’ve put you through
I am so sorry
but thankyou for holding me up, thankyou for disputing my efforts and keeping me alive.
thankyou for healing every cut and bringing more cells of me into existence
thankyou for helping me grow and for letting me have a brain that feels all in the world
I am sorry to my body
and this is probably the most important and sincere apology I will ever give

—sighbroken (via sighbroken)

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

—(via difficult)