when did we decide to start telling people that they needed another human being to be complete? a slice of pizza is still pizza, a work of art is still art, you are still you whether you’ve got someone holding your hand or not.

someone liking you does not validate you. you are the stars, the earth, and the sun. your existence validates itself.


turn on: when all my coloring pencils are sharpened and pointy

I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)