I was reminded today

thecarvingwitch:

Of what I am.
I am dirt and blood, broken bones and shattered teeth.
I am flying through the forest on bare, cracked feet.
I am a black eye and a fat lip, and blood wiped from your mouth with the back of your hand
I am laughter and thievery and the hard way every time. I am bags under eyes and glowing slits in the night.

And I won’t pretend to be anything else.