making an intro!
This is a ED blog, so don't block or report!
my stats are: 166,5 cm height/63,1 kg weight
my gw is:30/35 kg
I'm 19 and a trans guy!
I'm vegan and often omad if not st4rve
I'm pro-recovery!
(*˘︶˘*).。*♡
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@cronarexic
making an intro!
This is a ED blog, so don't block or report!
my stats are: 166,5 cm height/63,1 kg weight
my gw is:30/35 kg
I'm 19 and a trans guy!
I'm vegan and often omad if not st4rve
I'm pro-recovery!
(*˘︶˘*).。*♡
sometimes my intuition is real. sometimes it’s just an old wound recognizing a familiar shape
How do I explain that romantic affection inevitably makes me feel horrible and guilty, that sexual attention leads to me feeling disgusting and like a whore, and that platonic affection just makes me feel miserable and wrong, like I tricked someone?
How do I explain that I'm so broken, from both myself and the people in my past, that I can even accept kindness in any sort of form?
i hate how quickly my emotions become oceans. a small wave for someone else can feel like a drowning for me
I hate how depression gave me physical scars like mf ur a MENTAL illness stay in your lane
i know i can be fucking awful. i’m impulsive, unstable, and cruel. i make everything worse, then have the audacity to wonder why i can’t stand myself.
me when i eat
all of you just want people to worry about you or like you. I'm doing it bc I want to fucking die.
And yes, i am still just as depressed as I was when I was thirteen, and yes, I’m still a fucking fatass.
I'm so fucking sick of my ex, I hate him sm but I love him too much to block him
food you’ve craved for an hour or a body you’ve craved for years
When I eat I get so sick ,,
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959