My doctor definitely neglected to mention that when recovering from an eating disorder, you gain like 20 pounds.
15th April, Monday — Reblogsweaty post sex cuddling is the best.
14th April, Sunday — Reblog1st April, Monday — ReblogAnorexia review: 0/10 would not recommend
Bulimia review: -4/10 would not recommend
my left nipple is so sore…….
the
things
i
do
for
sex
19th March, Tuesday — Reblogi am so terribly sorry that you eat
sadness for breakfast every morningearthworms come out when it rains so
they don’t drown and then end up
getting stepped on anywayi feel like shit when it rains and i
remember this so i always tip toe
down the street you broke my heart
oni think the time spent with you was the
happiest of my life but i’m too sad to
tell you that
Red Letter Year: A lot of people love me. That’s not the problem. They love me, but... ↘
19th March, Tuesday — ReblogA lot of people love me. That’s not the problem. They love me, but they don’t know how to love me through my sadness. They don’t know how to care for me when I can’t get out of bed. They don’t know how to be there for me when I don’t want to be here at all. I know people love me, but they don’t…
4-8yr Olds Describing Love.
18th March, Monday — Reblog
- Rebecca, age 8: When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
- Terri, age 4: Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
- Danny, age 7: Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
- Nikka, age 6: If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
- Elaine, age 5: Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
- Chris, age 7: Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
- Mary Ann, age 4: Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
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18th March, Monday — Reblog
I am free and that is why I am lost.
— Franz Kafka (via bloctrl)
(Source: theunquotables)
I’m so fucking tired of being there for everyone when they need me, and always getting fucked over because of it. Fuck all of you.
17th March, Sunday — Reblog
(Source: txla)
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13th March, Wednesday — Reblog
This is the very boring part of eating disorders — the aftermath. When you eat and hate that you eat. And yet, of course, you must eat. You don’t really entertain the notion of going back. You, with some startling new level of clarity, realize that going back would be far worse than simply being as you are. This is obvious to anyone without an eating disorder. This is not always obvious to you.
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via chapelofthechimes)
12th March, Tuesday — Reblogcontrary to popular belief, you do not become an expert on mental illness just because you’ve seen the perks of being a wallflower
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11th March, Monday — Reblog
It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.
— Richard Brautigan
Do you know what it’s like to love someone blindly?
To accept all of their shortcomings and bad habits with no complaint?
To take on each of their burdens as if they were your own?
To want to protect them more than you want to protect yourself?
To never want to leave their side?
To be willing to give up anything you own just to see them smile?
To still feel butterflies no matter how many times you’ve seen them?
To think they’re beautiful, no matter what state they are in?
To be so certain you’ll never feel this way about anyone else?
To finally believe in love?
