No matter how little I eat in the day, no matter how faint I feel, no matter if I throw up right in front of him.
He doesn’t care. He doesn’t take me seriously, ever. When I’m 95 pounds will he? Probably not.
Nov 2nd / 1 note †


Hearts and thoughts they fade away.
Oct 31st / 0 notes †


So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight. The corn has grown stalks that form a wall too high. But the wind carries sounds that I cant see from beyond that line.
Oct 31st / Tagged: bright eyes / 0 notes †






