Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.

(Source: kittiezandtittiez)

  • 15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
  • me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance

I loved the marks and bites that you left on my soft fluorescent golden skin
and how you placed kisses that were temporarily imprinted in my heart
but now they have vanished away to a cold deserted dark place
and I’m not sure how to get them back