don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless
(Source: yufeelme, via shadowyxasphyxia)
It blossoms, ever caressing the tenderness.
Unseen, withering in the shadows, it ignites.
Nothing to impede its tragedy, it carries on.
The radiance, cast forth from the sealed petals.
Flaring.