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UGH

So I was doing so well avoiding food at work. I work all day all week so I only had time during my break to have a snack, right? But now I'm on my days off and I ate my #1 food that makes me gain weight, chips. 😞I took some laxatives and when I weighed in this morning there wasn't a gain or lost really. I'm not strong at home.

#thinspo #pro anna #anna #anorexic #anoreixa #anorexix

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Seeing the scale go down is so much more rewarding than shoveling something down my throat.

(via hello-its-margaret)

xxchampagnemomyxx

Having an eating disorder and not being skinny is the most embarrassing thing ever.

anxi

I’m stupid for thinking you ever cared about me

leafsea

it’s not a joke // 3.2.2017

littlelittlelauryn

I love nicknames/pet names 💖🍼🌸

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when in doubt, masturbate your sadness and anger away

*sees hot boy*

Damn nice hands I bet they would look even better around my throat. AYEE DADDY

*cat calls*

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I deleted a few pictures of you off my phone today along with some messages you had sent months back. Messages where you told me how much you loved and missed me and how bad you wanted to be with me. I don’t get those anymore, in fact, I don’t hear from you at all. I still miss you. I miss you when I lie awake in bed. I miss you when I wake up with heavy eyes in the morning. I miss you when I’m out with my friends. I miss you in the middle of a laugh. Yes, maybe I miss you a little too much. I always wonder how you are. I wonder if you’re happy; if you’re truly happy. I wonder if you still think about me or if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever see or hear things that remind you of me: like a movie I loved or a song I hated. Yes, I think about you a lot and it may not seem like it, but I guess…I miss you less than I did yesterday.

LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via thoughtsofla)

xss

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I wish Daddy could keep me locked up forever, his own little play toy to use and abuse whenever he felt like it. I would be kept chained in a dark basement, used only when Daddy felt like it or was bored. I would be covered in bruises, cuts, welts & pretty marks all over my body. A broken, branded little fucktoy there for Daddy’s own sadistic pleasure and amusement.