i have seen scarred wrists and burns and bruises marring the bodies of beautiful girls, countable ribs and thigh gaps and jutting hip bones.
boys destroying themselves in puffs of smoke and empty pill bottles, dry coughs coming from ruined lungs.
but nothing triggers me like you do.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
i have seen scarred wrists and burns and bruises marring the bodies of beautiful girls, countable ribs and thigh gaps and jutting hip bones.
boys destroying themselves in puffs of smoke and empty pill bottles, dry coughs coming from ruined lungs.
but nothing triggers me like you do.
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