all i can say is that the traumatized little girl version of me who moved strangely through the world and was emotionally neglected didn’t just disappear because she got older. she’s still there inside of me and she comes out more often than i realize. i was given so many names at birth that i can give her one and call my present self another. and i take care of her, nurture her, parent her, and calm her down. she didn’t deserve what she got and she is still inside of me and she always will be. i carry her with me and i protect and love her.
(via murhmaide)
8 years old. College reading level. The weight of the world on my shoulders.
20 years old. illiterate. the weight of the universe has given me chronic back pain
(via usuallycrazy)
