Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.
— (via pphyew)
I never knew discovering things about your sexuality could be so stressful and genuinely scary.
I still struggle and don’t really know how to just accept it.
Parts of it still feels weird.
I don’t like that. It really shouldn’t.