[Forever Lost in Thought]

~Trying to figure life out and usually failing miserably~ Random list of interests: Baking, stichery, guitar, Nerdfighteria (dftba), Portal, Sims 4, reading, dreams, biology, kickboxing, random exercise, hamsters, small pets, cats, dogs.

[skinnythinpretty]

i may not be as fat as i used to be but i'm no where near as skinny as i need to be

[honigimohr]

you ever gave somebody else a motivational speech while you was hurt inside

[oddlydisordered-deactivated2023]

All the time lol

[omghotmemes]

My dad sent me a picture this morning and said “it finally happened”

[lost-in-my-body-again]

Thanks to my ✨perfect✨ metabolism 🥰😭

[gucciwoodnymph]

whoever invented the concept of the cover letter, i hope you’re having a swell time in hell

[whitepeopletwitter]

[blaekswan-deactivated20210428]

me, age 15: i cant wait to be 20 when i will finally reach my full potential, peak me,

me, on my 20s: i cant wait to die

[maria-aileen]

[oddlydisordered-deactivated2023]

Reblogging for the 6000th time because the accuracy

[dietgoths]

running an ed blog be like lmao it’s 3am and i’d rather be dead here’s another picture of a skinny person that’s not me

[penismusicfan]

Meme from old deleted acc

[anasangell-deactivated20210110]

literally everyone*

[cybergirlfriend-deactivated2022]

i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying 

[bpd-monster]

my symptoms: *get progressively worse*

me: oh thank god i thought i was faking this whole time

[baby-sour-patch-kid]

I used to think my ED was just about “being skinny”

Simple. Just wanting to get thin. To be beautiful. To look like a ballerina, or a model. That’s all I thought it was. So, so simple.

Right?

But recently I’ve come to realize- that’s not all this is about. Of course, wanting to be thin is part of it. A big part of it. But there’s more. I’m not just starving myself because I want to lose weight or because I want to be delicate or have prominent collarbones.

I’m starving myself because I want to be loved. But love doesn’t come free, and it so often seems like nobody will ever love me by choice. So I suppose, in a way, you could say that I’m forcing people to love me.

I’m forcing them to worry. To ask if I’ve eaten. If I’m okay. If I had breakfast, if I want their extra granola bar.

“Are you feeling sick?”

“Do you need anything?”

“You should take care of yourself.”

That is what I’m REALLY after. Tell me to eat. Tell me you’re worried about me. Tell me I matter, that I shouldn’t disappear. That I’m beautiful. That I’m wanted. Please tell me.

I need to hear it and this is the only way I know how.

[astudyintransience]

sorry i was late i can’t conceptualize time

[transdelgado]

my brain’s hardcore switching between “this is no way of living” and “i won’t be happy until i’m thin”

[skinnyynightmares]

I’m going to do it. I’m going to eat less, make healthy food choices, I’m going to work out, I’m going to drink more water and tea, I’m going to look good. I’m not going to make excuses, I’m not going to let others interfere with me getting to my goal. I won’t.

[hymnsofheresy]

more female saints with angry faces! 

[hymnsofheresy]

[northw0man-deactivated20201019]

St Olga represent