𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 @lvndr-iris - Tumblr Blog

Me a year ago (black pants)

Me the other day :( (blue jeans)

I REAAAALLLLLYYYY NEED my old body back, I never had issues with clothes fitting me, I miss it, and I miss the compliments and the confidence. I gotta lock in

#tw ana bløg #ana tip #4nor3xia #light as a feather #starv1ng #tw 3d vent #tw restriction #⭐️ ing motivation #⭐️ve #4n@diary #tw ana shit #tw ed ana #tw ed but not sheeran #i need to lose so much weight #weight loss

“It isn’t asking for a lot for an apology for making me feel like it killed you if I tried to leave” -Billie Eilish you beautiful lyrical bitch

#billie eilish #l’amour de ma vie #its over now #billie ellish lyrics

4th time having to wait until he falls asleep to go cry in his bathroom, first time I’m the one who cause my own pain tho, that’s new, usually he does something, this time I fucked up, idk which one feels worse 🤷🏻‍♀️

Only plus side of my fuck up is that I lost my appetite and probably have for a few days now. Am i a horrible person?

#tw ana bløg #4nor3xia #light as a feather #starv1ng #tw 3d vent #tw restriction #⭐️ ing motivation #4n@diary #⭐️ve #ana tip #actually bpd #what the fuck #fml #might kms

hurtbeautyyy

dont sit around and wish for a skinnier body when you can go and start making it happen now

lvndr-iris

Starting today. 500kcal daily limit :)

#thinneristhewinner #4nor3xia #anadiet #tw skipping meals #tw ana bløg #light as a feather #thnspo #tw ed ana #3d not sheeran #3ating d1sorder

corpseinacoff1n

I want him to be concerned with how skinny I’ve gotten,

That’s the goal.

lvndr-iris

Yea pretty much shhhhh don’t tell him

prosiacz3k

This is how tumblr feels like:

I hate bpd. I hate this. I hate me. Why am I like this? Why do I ruin every good thing I have going for me out of fear I’ll get hurt, I do it to myself. I hate that I overthink until my head explodes. I hate that I can’t love without crippling obsession. I hate that my happiness revolves around them no matter how hard I try to hide it. I feel so fucking awful for him to be my fp and lover. He must be so exhausted. I don’t blame him. I get tired of me to. But for some reason I don’t know when to shut up. Why can’t I just shut the fuck up for once and appreciate what I have? I have this incessant need to speak my mind when my mind is my biggest enemy. But I always fight for everything. I leave claw marks in everything I’ve ever loved. But thats why I say LOVED and not LOVE. Because I dig into them so deep that it cuts and they leave. WHAT THE FUCK. I know my man says he loves me and isn’t tired of me. But I feel something coming. Something bad. It’s in my gut, my bones, my blood. I’m terrified.