she gave me her nudes she was bare and naked and so out and open and i willingly accepted it because it wasnt the nudes that showed her body the physical aspects that made her beautiful it was the words she didnt choose and the spontaneity that left her either from her lips or her fingers or ink
she was as bare as her nudes and i accepted her for her.
Somehow I have managed To forget the weight All the self doubt All the self hate I begin to crumble You begin to manipulate Stuck in this cycle Somehow Has become my fate
Aunt: I can’t do yoga I can never relax to much thoughts Me: well I can barely sit down for 10 minutes Mom: she’s not manic not bipolar she has “really bad ADD” Me: ok mom whatever you say
P: I love panic at the disco Me : Me to btw I’m bisexual P:Oh that’s ok Me: Ok well Brendan Urie is mine P: Yes Queen bi people rock be you - support system