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@flxwsss
When everything around me felt out of control and scary, I was desperate to find something I could command, and my body became that.
Kally Hacker, Discovering The Girl I’ve Hidden For Too Long (via anonymouslivejournal)
The worst part of bulimia is probably everything that happens after you purge. Looking down and seeing the last drop of saliva fall into the toilet, meeting up with your release. The taste in your mouth of bile and whatever meal came last. Looking in the mirror to clean up your fingers and mouth up and seeing your watery eyes filled with the hope that this is the last time, yet knowing it won’t be. Feeling your head pound, heart burn, and body ache; making walking seem near impossible. Twisting your head so fast, thinking you heard someone but hoping to God they didn’t hear you. Feeling the mix in your stomach of hunger yet being full. Preparing to walk out the bathroom door, getting your posture up, taking a deep breath, and unlocking the door, trudging to the outside world. Knowing that something is wrong with you and knowing this time around it will be worse than the last, thinking you beat it… thinking you won, and wondering why the fuck it had to come back.
something I wrote after being almost 3 months clean. (via @myfetalities)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via feellng)
Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots because it’s okay to be a boy; for girls it’s like promotion. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, according to you, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading.
Ian McEwan, The Cement Garden (via erotec)
can we all just have a minute of silence for all those good hair days no one important saw you
This would be hard for you if you were weak but you’re not weak.
Anne Carson, Autobiography Of Red (via adderalldust)
I’m stuck between wanting to be happy and wanting to tear my skin apart
me (via onemoredyingsoul)
laughing with your best friend until your stomachs hurt <3
I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.
Fernando Pessoa  (via poeticsofdeath)
tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
let’s be friends with benefits. the benefits? you get to be friends with me