i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
I hope you realize that this post is exactly what John Green’s books are about. I don’t think you do.
The trouble with chronic pain is that it is soRobert J. Wiersema (via flaresof-fibro)
easy to become accustomed to it, both
mentally and physically. At first it’s
absolutely agonizing; it’s the only thing you
think about, like a rock in your shoe that
rubs your foot raw with every step. Then the
constant rubbing, the pain and the limp all
become part of the status quo, the occasional
stabbing pain just a reminder.
You are so set to endure, hunched against it -and when it starts to ease, you don’t really
notice, until the absence washes over you
like a balm.