west village
the magic of the west village. you watch people with wild eyes. your heart wants to swoop them all into your tiny arms, the lonely boys at the bar drinking themselves to black, the girls examining themselves in the mirror, doubting the beauty the creator gave them. Some people are full, others are empty, and sometimes we are deceived by what is real and what is not. The world can be filled with magic, or it can be emptied into a bottle.
Her heart was made to give love. it was too big for her chest. Too big for the rib cage that enclosed it. As she walked the village streets well past the moon of midnight, she gave love with her eyes. She took into account the hearts of every being that passed her and sent healing creativity.
You deserve to be loved, you deserve to take up space, you are a child of the universe.
Never forget that. xo
vintage tee
stockings by american apparel
torment boots from dolls kill
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cool, you’re amazing :)
you are so fortunate your parents didn’t harrass you for becoming emaciated. wish mine had left me alone.
hope you are well, little one.
you are obviously still very sick if you say something like that. YOU are lucky that your parents actually care, the whole reason i’m sick is because my mother didn’t raise me/ my parents gave me no attention etc
i am surprised to hear about that. from the sounds of recent blog posts and pictures i got the impression you were quite close with your parents. perhaps that is a sign things have improved now. i hope so. you are one of my favourite bloggers and a smart and gorgeous girl.
xxx