Run Forrest Run

18. College freshmen living on the east coast. Currently trying to overcome my internal struggles through healthy eating, exercise, and positivity! Follow me on my journey and I'll follow you on yours :)

[simplyyhealthy]

i miss having the feels. I miss that feeling my body and my soul. now we are never gonna see each other again :/ life sucks sometimes

[simplyyhealthy]

sad about the memories

sometimes I just I could just talk to you again

life was so good, easy and sweet

I wish timing worked out better

I liked you so much

[simplyyhealthy]

did I make it that easy to walk away 

[notcarriebrads]

is anyone else insecure as hell and seriously worried that no one will ever fall in love with them or is that just a me problem

[intensional]

[deeplifequotes]

If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than a statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time cease to react at all.

Yogi Bhajan (via awelltraveledwoman)

[yun9ang3l]

[simplyyhealthy]

me: [doesnt get attention for fifteen seconds]

me: [drapes self over the lounge] it is fine. i am Okay. i suppose it is simply my destiny to die alone. Abandoned. Without a soul in the world to care for me. [delicately wipes a glistening tear from my eye] i'm not bothered. i Understand why you all Hate Me and wish me dead. after all, maybe it is all for the best....... [i stare forlornly into the middle distance, allowing my limbs to go slack as i lie back and wait to wither away, ignored forever]

[sarahseeandersen]

[tastefullyoffensive]

by Sarah Andersen

[reblololo]

[rockum]

[capitalletterlyrics]

[kingsophiesworld]

[mercury]

[simplyyhealthy]

I’ve always been pretty. Even typing those words sounds fake. Almost as if I don't fully believe them. When I was younger my mom raved over my beauty. She would always stress to me how beautiful I was. Soon it became engraved in my identity. I was beautiful, pretty, cute. But when I looked in the mirror I didn't see that beautiful girl. The person I Saw looking back wasn't pretty, she had pimples masked by makeup and a slightly chubby face. But i was told again and again I was beautiful. Whenever I got attention for my looks I would become incredibly insecure and it made me want to hide. I was pretty, but I never felt pretty enough. Boys would hit on me, but it would never be enough. The more attention I got for my looks, the more i craved it. 

[simplyyhealthy]

Brain: If you're not someone's favourite they don't like you at all

Me: That is literally not how it works

Brain: Okay but what if it is

[simplyyhealthy]

i miss the way you made me feel