It still hurts… the memory of being nothing but a body to satisfy a need, a desire, more fickle than a child. 

It still hurts… the realization that in that moment I was worthless; merely an empty cavity to empty oneself into. 


If you tell a someone w boobs that they need to buy a shirt/dress that covers up their bra chances are you need to buy some pants to cover up your diaper because you are a massive whiny piss baby

(via seprate)


late night breakdowns are my speciality

(via imitative)

person:  but what if your parents had aborted YOU
me:  well okay for starters i wouldn't have been forced to hear that stupid ass comment you just made