bulimic

diagnosed with bulimia and depression. somewhere between trying to recover and trying to get worse. i don't mean to glorify or promote mental illnesses, i'm sorry if you do see my blog that way, it is simply an outlet for me.

[arabwife]

Be with someone who is good for your mental health

[noctea]

being born in 97/98/99 is frustrating bc like… are we millenials?? Maybe! Are we generation Z?? Maybe!! Are we 90s kids? Not really! Are we emotionally and mentally stable? No t rea lly

[fillm-deactivated20240116]

[delicatefaerie]

[novice-heartbreaker-deactivated]

my aesthetic is making other people feel genuinely important and loved.

[bulimicglitter]

First thing i did on my birthday: purge

[coral]

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists.

Sherman Alexie (via feellng)

[glendowers-archive]

do you ever look at an outfit and think, “only skinny people…”

[queengreendown]

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

[bulimicglitter]

me: *talks abt my feelings*

me: oh shit was that emotionally manipulative

me: *apologizes for talking abt my feelings*

me: oh shit was that emotionally manipula

[desiresuggestion]

i want to be with you right now, i wish i could be next to you

[bulimicglitter]

Me: *stands up too quickly*

Body: woAh, slow down hot stuff

[little-miss-boxie]

me: *Finds new song that really likes*

me: *PLAYS ON REPEAT UNTIL IT’S DEAD TO ME*

[thyring]

[coffeepeople]

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

[mitski-miyawakis]

anxiety: but what if you die depression: bUt WhAt iF yOu DiE

[0kaey]