*to write love on her arms*
*to write love on her arms*
*to write love on her arms*
*to write love on her arms*
*to write love on her arms*
Kirsten

- Seventeen


"people who have physical scars hide them with clothing or a mask, those with emotional scars hide, them with a smile or laugh"



*to write love on her arms*



- i love my horse; Sporty so much!



These cuts are leaving creases,trace the scars, to fit the pieces, to tell your story, you don't need to say a word...



- i love the beach!!

- there's that one guy in my life i can't live without. who has helped me through everything. i'll never forget you :)

- my tumblr explains alot about me. As does my music.



*sɯɹɐ ɹǝɥ uo ǝʌoן ǝʇıɹʍ oʇ*



Ƭнɛ Ɔʋттɛя'ƨ ˩ʋℓℓαвʏ:

Go to sleep, close your eyes Dream of broken butterflies That tore their wings against a thorn You know the pain the have endured Silver metal, shine so bright Scarlet blood that feels so right Dream of that blood trickling down And then wake up before you drown The moonlight shinning off your tears as you bleed out your own worst fears. So tonight, when you start to cry, Whisper the cutter’s lullaby: Hushabye baby, you’re almost dead You have no pulse and your pillow is red Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed. So sleep tight with a knife cuz it’s all that you need. Rockabye baby, broken and scarred, You didn’t know life would be this hard so let’s end the pain that you knew so well And down will come baby straight back to hell.