_"I feel marooned in this body,
Deserted, my organs can go on without me"
—Panic! at the Disco, "Trade Mistakes"_
_please don't break down
when you see what we looked like today,_
my thighs say as i walk home,
rotting petals littering the ground,
_but it's not our fault
you chose to wear those shorts._
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
_"I feel marooned in this body,
Deserted, my organs can go on without me"
—Panic! at the Disco, "Trade Mistakes"_
_please don't break down
when you see what we looked like today,_
my thighs say as i walk home,
rotting petals littering the ground,
_but it's not our fault
you chose to wear those shorts._
trying to love yourself is hard. some days you'll feel better about your body, but i think that's normal. i just feel like i'm saying one thing but then taking it back the next day, like some weird cycle.
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