Without Your Walls I Am Alive
21. Anarchist. Traveler. Survivor.
I enjoy bone collecting, teeth, rats, sunflowers, elephants, eyebrows, folk and crusty music, penpals, everything DIY, butterflies, and laying outside.
I was just mistaken for my 9 year old brother.
I can’t wait to see you again……
Soon <3 I promise
So tired of cuddling up naked to a pillow. I do pretend it’s daddy and it helps me sleep a lil better, but it doesn’t have a sexy man body like daddy or daddy’s smell or his adorable feet :((
It doesn’t matter how many nights I have the same nightmare, I still wake up wishing I was dead every single time. I can’t keep denying myself sleep because of a fucking dream. This needs to stop. I am going crazy.
reblog if you are sorry ms. jackson and also are for real