depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
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depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.
6pm in New York- Drake (via bl-ossomed)
i deadass lost interest in everything. im just cruising on autopilot rn
My whole life i’ve been chubby. I dont know what skinny me looks like, but i’m so ready to meet her.
me: *fasts for 36hr*
me: *loses only one pound*
me: so is the universe just out to get me or
It’s been 1733 days
waiting for Stendan
bi culture is making subtle comments about multiple genders to hint at your sexuality so maybe they’ll just Get It and you won’t have to tell them
My 56 Reasons Why:
To be able to lay on my side and not have to worry about my stomach hanging down.
To look good next to people. (Esp my current boyfriend -not that he has ever said anything negative about my body, I would personally feel better if I looked good next to him)
Baggy sweaters with skinny jeans that hug my thighs.
Slender and long fingers.
Sitting cross-legged and no fat seeps out from the sides of my legs.
Having extra room when I am sitting down.
Being the smaller person in the hug.
Shopping for a size small.
Going to the beach and not being afraid to show my stomach and glutes and just lay in the sun relaxing.
Cheekbones.
“She has lost weight.”
Cute clothes that fit a size small.
Control is power.
Collarbones.
THIGH GAPS.
Flat stomach.
If I ever get picked up they’ll be surprised at how light I am.
So I am not afraid of shopping mall mirrors.
Before and after pictures.
Lounge around in workout clothes.
To be able to wear a sports bra with nothing to cover up my stomach and trackies.
Not comparing yourself to others.
To look good in short shorts.
To be able to sit on his lap and not feel like you are crushing him.
To feel your ribs and hip bones sticking out.
So that every photograph taken of you from any angle will look great.
So that whenever you sit, wherever you sit, your stomach stays flat.
So that you don’t have to worry about your disgusting love handles oozing over the edges of your pants.
So when you sit down your thighs don’t spread the size of the ocean.
Wearing bodycon dresses and looking good without fat bulging out.
To be able to wear tops with their backs open.
Tight and crop tops.
To not want to cry or rip out my fat whenever I see my body in a mirror.
To not have a double chin.
To be able to wear mini skirts.
Not wanting to look fat when I go out at night.
Not sucking your stomach when you wear a tight top.
Not needing to wear high waisted skirts or jeans to hide your stomach, muffin top.
People can give you piggy back rides.
Not looking puffy in coats.
For small lace panties and the bra/bralette, you could never pull off.
Looking good/elegant when you dance.
To not have cellulite.
Tiny wrists and ankles.
Prove yourself that you are not worthless and can achieve your goals.
Cute underwear and PJ’s.
Looking good when you are slacking off with a hoodie, tracksuit and wool socks and not like a slob.
Disappearing in his clothes.
Looking cute in a onesie.
Finally being good enough for myself.
To not flinch or have the need to suck in your stomach when someone touches you.
Not feeling your thighs touch when you are wearing jeans or skirts.
My calves won’t look massive like football players.
So his hand will fit between your thighs when you are sitting.
So your legs won’t jiggle when you wear shorts or leggings.
If you hate starting over, stop giving up
Me to me (via keepcalmstaystrong)
*drowns myself in romanticized idealizations*
I am tired and I want to hold hands
OMG. This. Changes. Everything.
Reblogging for my followers who might have trouble remembering whether or not they’ve taken their medicine!
OH MY GOD, THIS WILL HELP ME SO MUCH. I GET SO SCARED WHEN I DON’T KNOW IF I JUST TOOK MY MEDS TWICE.
THANK YOU, I’M ABOUT TO CRY.
Let me share with you guys a product that super helps me remember if I took my meds or not (because while the above is great, I still would manage to confuse myself):
They count as soon as you put the top back on. So if I don’t know if I’ve taken my medication for the day, I can check the cap to see how long ago I opened the container! It’s brilliant!
JFC THIS IS A GAME CHANGER.
I KNOW THIS IS MY ART BLOG BUT EVERYONE WHO TAKES MEDS SHOULD SEE THIS.
Don’t forget! ♥️
i don’t know whats wrong with me but it’s alot