going vegan!! anybody know low cal vegan foods?
will byers stan first human second
KIROKAZE
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
No title available
Show & Tell

Kiana Khansmith

PR's Tumblrdome

★

Discoholic 🪩
$LAYYYTER
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

oozey mess
No title available
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Sweet Seals For You, Always
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price

titsay
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
No title available

seen from Argentina

seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Singapore

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from South Korea
seen from Belgium
@thinpoppy0
going vegan!! anybody know low cal vegan foods?
i took a break. but the thoughts are still here everyday. i’m not better.
i wonder if anyone actually has noticed.
TW ED
i stopped acting in fifth grade.
yet i still do it everyday.
my smile when i hang out with my friends. acting.
when i say i’ve already eaten. acting.
i pretend like i’m not dying. acting.
but no one actually wants to deal with the real you.
as long as you act happy, no one gives a fuck.
so why not act?
even if my life sucks, maybe i can make theirs better.
by acting.
my tongue had forgotten the taste of fullness
but was no stranger to that of gum and ensure shakes
or the taste of stomach grumbles and garbles in math class
the type that makes heads turn from desks around
i had forgotten how to be full
it was always too much
or too little
fullness had become so foreign
accustomed to the discomfort of the vicious cycle
all i want is to eat like a normal person
everyone else can do it,
why not me?
no one noticed.
no one noticed when i started sleeping 14 hours a day.
no one noticed when i suddenly wasn’t hungry for our weekly lunch dates.
no one noticed when breakfast turned into a chore, or when rice cakes began to be meals. when instead of talking with my family, my room became my safe place. my pristine room turned to a cave, dark and messy. no one seemed to notice when the tank tops changed to hoodies, even in 90 degree weather. when i suddenly was too tired to do anything. when my hair thinned and fell out, when my smile was fake and harder to produce.
no one noticed. or maybe no one cared.