a simple beautiful truth

i'm abby and i think i'm getting too old for tumblr.

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therapist’s advice

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[danwilds]

frank ocean // solo

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[visualgraphc]

All Things, Sarah Abbott

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[stylebychristie]

greens & sun

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Via uonewyork 

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[blythebaird]

RELAPSE Sometimes, I miss being sick. The grimiest part of me wishes I stayed in that familiar city of grey and mental illness and whatever the opposite of healing is, where there was nothing to laugh about but plenty to write about. I have considered myself to be recovered from my eating disorder for three years, but I still write about it in present tense. But for once, I don’t want to write about this. For the first time, I am embarrassed instead of proud of all the mad things I have done for happiness. When a friend at dinner makes a casual comment on calories, the scoreboard in my head illuminates with numbers again. Once, I cut a ribbon the size I wanted to be and wore it around my waist like a bracelet. Bathroom scales make me feel nostalgic. Like a scrapbook, I flip through snapshots of my sickness; the suppers of tobacco smoke and red lipstick. How I used to pack my lunch box with floss and teeth whitening strips. Last night, I painted my nails when I was hungry. I can’t eat until the polish is dry. I don’t know how to talk about the rabbit hole without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it. I don’t want to go into more detail because what if you mistake this poem for an instruction manual?

RELAPSE, by Blythe Baird. (via blythebrooklyn)

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[heartmagician]

There are no Google search results for              “did+Virginia+Woolf+know+how+to+swim?” but there are over 30,400,000 Google search results for               “how+long+does+drowning+take?” Virginia Woolf walks out of a Google search on methods of clean suicide and I am not surprised Virginia Woolf walks into this womb-return after filling her lungs with practice Virginia Woolf walks into my apartment and asks me why I am still crying like shouldn’t I be used to breathing? and hands me her weight

Linette Reeman, VIRGINIA WOOLF WALKS INTO MY APARTMENT (via heartmagician)

[gracedchin]

“Find a place you trust and try trusting it for a while”   Crepe paper, wire, gouache, paper © 2015 Grace D Chin

Based on a Sister Corita Kent quote from her list of rules for young artists

[1000drawings]

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http://vsco.co/alexmykonos/grid/1