Do you ever lay in bed at night hoping you wake up in the emergency room and hear the words "shes not going to make it?"
“You’re not where you belong; inside my arms.” —Winter Song- Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson
I need alcohol in me now.
I need a fucking cigarette.
Before I start to cry.
I compare my body to every girl who walks by.
Reblog this if you want a LONG anonymous message saying what they think of you.
- me: this year i'm gonna get a boyfrie-
- appearance: no
Go on anon and ask me 3 questions you've been too shy to ask.
Send me nudes.