hush darling speak softly

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

—J. D. Salinger (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: uoa, via severlythin)

I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via ladycube)

(Source: dollpoetry, via severlythin)

I do not have battle scars
They’re not proof of my ‘strength’
They are not a symbol of survival
I am sick
And there’s no nice way of saying it
So please stop romanticising my pain