If This Isn’t Beauty Then I Don’t Know What Is

What he took

I reached to stop his hands from going any further. His urge being as strong as instinct, he continued regardless of my attempts to push him of continued regardless of my attempts to push him off. My breath turned very shallow. Seconds felt like minutes; minutes felt like hours. The feeling of invasion burned in my stomach making the anxiety I developed become become so harsh, that I couldn’t breath. It made my lungs crave the feeling of oxygen. His appetite for my innocence increased by the second despite my attempts to close off my body to him. The smell of lust and desire filled the room leaving me with an extremely painful headache. The feeling of his warm body next to mine gave me nothing but chills of disgust. The way his dirty hands were placed on my waist, his eyes filled with sexual fantasies leaving nothing but thoughts of horror roaming freely throughout my mind. I attempted to scream but I couldn’t seem to find my voice. It’s as if it had abandoned me; Abandoned me in my time of need. My eyes burned red from all the crying. I looked through the tears pooling in my bottom lid to see a sadistic grin on his face.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate her collar bones

Music helps when life is shit

if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher

I use music to cope with everything

I want to be skinny

I want my hands to be thin instead of them being so thick

I’m still waiting on the moment I’m skinny so I can take cute pics. I wanna be able to look cute in everything I wear and not feel self-conscious for once

I wish i had her skinny arms and not my fat ones

Maybe he'll notice me

Give me a body like that anyday

I'm still fat