broken soul(s)
“Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls.
“Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another.
"I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shining through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.”
dancingtoself-love: I'd love to see some of your drawing on Vegetarianism, from one veg to another.
Aww when I bring my sketch pad home I’ll upload some! At moment I’m making a point by drawing human hands and limbs wrapped in string with price tags on them just like what happens to animals thighs and breasts
