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@ourheartsinwords
I swear to fucking christ if he comments on me eating one more god damn time I'm gonna fucking kill him. I hate being in this fucking house. I've had maybe 800 calories today and he says "Geez, do you live in that fridge?" I'm going to cut his god damn fucking throat.
Hey, I have some questions about weight loss techniques if someone could message me! I'm struggling with the typical technique.
Hey, if you're in the Lexington, KY area, hit me up!
physically my body is here but mentally I’m in the astral plane beating myself up in the target parking lot
I wonder. What would life be like if I didn't want to die. Where would I be if I had a desire to live and nothing to hold me back. Would I be in college? Would I be overseas? Would I be making some god damn contribution to make anyone's life on this planet better? What would life be like. I wonder.
Hannah Dains - "Don't Kill Yourself Today" | All Def Poetry x Da Poetry ...
And I realized that I had been flying all along. Not up, but down. Further into myself, further into emptiness.
A man who has traveled to 217 countries in the world on visiting Iran
http://highlife.ba.com/articles/lessons-learned-from-travelling-to-217-countries/
This is so cute omg
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Hannah's Poem
“Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.
And underneath that?
I am absolutely naked.
And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;
I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts
like saran wrap that you can see through
to what leftovers are inside from the night before.
And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.
My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.
But that doesn’t matter, right?
You don’t care about how soft my skin is.
You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
But what if all they do is crack open windows?
So I can see lightening through the clouds.
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?
But that’s not the story you want.
You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.
Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
I don’t need to be the water in the well.
I don’t need to be the well.
But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.
I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.
Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.
They find harmonies in their laughter.
Their linked elbows echo in tune.
What if I can’t hum on key?
What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
Some people can recognize a tree,
A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.
How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?
How long before I’m lost for good.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.
It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.”
-Hannah Baker
13 Reasons Why, 01x12
