If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of yours, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of self harm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or actually tried it, HONESTLY reblog this.
My thighs do more than touch. They share mystical secrets and whisper spells as I walk.
My legs don’t just touch, they stick together. It’s so gross!
Not for long though!!
