I am round where others are flat, flat where others are round.
I have rough skin on the bottoms of my feet, soft skin on the backs of my knees.
I have freckles, marks, scars and bruises. I breath deep gulps of air.
I am not like anyone before or anyone who is to come, other than our ends.
I cannot reblog this enough.
Posted 5 days ago
While the girls in her class held flowers,
She thought about him and his jagged edges.
He seemed to always know how to touch her body
But never her mind
And not her heart.
Posted 6 days ago