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To my twin flame and my best friend

You need some love for when you don’t feel like talking about it.

Here are some of the reasons I absolutely love the shit outta you:

You have the strongest fucking soul out of everyone I’ve ever met.

You don’t judge me for LITERALLY ANYTHING EVER.

You support me when no one else does.

You can be struggling to get out of bed yet be there to listen to anyone else who needs it.

You understand my drunk texting.

You are full of love.

You root for me every single fucking time.

You haven’t given up on life even though you have had ample opportunity to.

You helped me get away from that chick at that concert.

We have the WEIRDEST conversations that with anyone else, would get me sent to a psych ward.

You don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of you in the long run.

You are sensitive in ways that make you the most caring and compassionate person alive.

You’ve seen me at my emo phase, goth phase, and now hippie phase and cheered me on in ALL of them even though some are fucking regrettable now.

You’ve persevered through everything life has thrown at you.

You’re absolutely fucking gorgeous like figjdjsjsjcdudhsjsjahjacufjdjsiaiwirifjxnan

You radiate just utter good vibes constantly.

You give care to things most people ignore.

You match my chaotic energy to a TEEEE

You gave me the confidence to stay alive.

You saved my life more times than I can count.

You make being alive feel amazing and worthwhile.

You make me want to get up in the morning.

You’re empathetic

You listen to every rant and every phone call with patience and love and support

You’re such an amazing fucking soul it’s hard to keep this list relatively short.

I can’t even express how much you mean to me, and how proud I am of you for getting here. I’m literally the luckiest fucking person alive to have you in my life. I never want to see a world without you in it, when you’re feeling like lightning and rain and you’re teeterottering on the edge of giving up, and you don’t feel ready to talk to me or feel like you can’t, please refer to these 25 reasons I think you’re the dopest person alive.

Or maybe it’s 3am and you’re just feeling out of it and down, this will always be here.

I can’t wait to spend my entire fucking life with you in the swamps and with the trees.

Ulysses.

One of the hardest things I’ve been through with my eating disorder is finding out all of this weight gain is due to a severe heart condition that I have no control over.

I’ve nearly killed myself over the weight gain, only to find out I’m gaining weight because I’m d y I n g.

I just want to be SKINNY. WHATS SO HARD ABOUT THAT.

Can we talk about body dysmorphia for a second? Because FUCK. I’ll think of food for a second and look 40 pounds heavier. And THEN. I’ll fast for a day and look a bit thinner.

And THEN

I’ll see a picture of myself and look fucking 80 pounds bigger than what I see in the mirror.

Like can my brain please decide if I’m gigantic or not? Because I’m tired of not recognizing myself and checking every window I walk by to see if I look fatter or not.