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mcr fandom since a new generation of teens discovered b*ndom

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*crashes a dsm-6 meeting to present a slideshow on why being a folk punk fan should be included in the next edition of the Insanity Bible and is kneecapped by the president of the american psychiatric association before i can finish explaining who pat the bunny is*

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WHO DID THIS

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i love that mtv interview where the host brings up b*rt throwing up onstage and he’s like. no i don’t then she’s like we have a picture of u doing it right here n hes like. that’s not me all men do is LIE

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me when i’m passively transgender

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Heather Gabel

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Eating-disordered people are aware, to a limited extent, that their behavior is dangerous. We may be deluded in a number of ways, but we are not so far gone that we cannot see the way our crusade—emotional survival, physical death—cancels itself out altogether. The body, many of us find to our great dismay, will always win. Either it will survive despite our best efforts, dealing a blow to our egotistical notion that we can control it, or it will die, making emotional survival utterly moot. People who have eating disorders are all very different. I am certain that there are people who just get eating disorders and are not necessarily trying to starve themselves to death. I was not one of those people. I was trying to die, in a curious, casual sort of way. Some women I've talked to say they were just testing the limits of the human body—eating-disordered athletes in particular seem to have this idea—but they speak in a bizarre, almost proactive tone, as if they had always intended to stop. The eating disorder just got out of hand.

I did not intend to stop. I was not testing the limits of the human body—which implies a certain respect for those limits—so much as I was wondering what it would take to break through them. I wanted to see what was on the other side.

— Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia, Marya Hornbacher