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in my dreams…
The thing about eating disorders is they aren’t just illnesses. It’s a state of mind that you have sunken into. when you truly hate yourself no amount of “you’re pretty” or “don’t do it” can change your mind. Some people are better at hiding their ED than others, I was able to keep mine hid for nearly a year. Most people take for granted the steady up and downs that is life, that’s because they’ve never forced themselves to haste the gag spot, they’ve never found small rips of fingernails in their throat. They’ve never had to urge their body to go just a few more days, then break down and slice open their smooth skin. Contrary to popular belief, eating disorders are not always to get attention. This is rarely the case, many people are literally trying to disappear. They take what they have control of, and blow it out of proportion. many people, males and females alike, are expierencing some form of bullying and/or extreme insecurity. I’m telling you all this, whether or not you reblog it I don’t care, because people need to stop making jokes and cruel assumptions about Eating Disorder sufferers, because of these heartless acts many people die or come close to death. I know because I was 24 hours from losing my life.
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some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
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