January 2010
"Trying to look good limits my life."
okasey:
She imagines she is a star. A glowing, burning, heaving, dying, screaming, shining star. Lying in the grass on the hottest afternoon she broils, squeezes her eyes shut, pretends to be the only warm body in a cold and empty vacuum. Scars gleam red like neon lights across her arms. Her teeth swell in her mouth like some brush fire until it hurts not to grin. Under boiling heat her heart...
I like boys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I...
– cassie, skins (via misscheriedior)