No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
Clementine Von Radics (via antiquedvintage)
I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.
Warsan Shire (via icarusambition)