kunikida fictive 
hi I eat crayons


i want to rip my hair off so bad I want to hit myself for me to realize that this'll repeat like a cycle why wont anyone just stay they always leave

hold my skin tightly like a embrace, tell me that its alright and that its not my fault, its been since i last hear those words towards me

i miss them so much even though theyre the reason why my body is like this. i never felt the same physically after all of those heinous things they did with their hands and mouth. but i just want to be loved after all. 

dandy/rodger secretary i just love flowercase