i am a very ugly girl

fat with an ED - spiritual enigma (failing at life) blogging so i dont eat

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“𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓅. 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓊𝓅, 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒷𝑜𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼'𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃. 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎, "𝒜𝓌, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽," 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉,

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eventually, i did lose some weight but im too sad to make friends anyway

[makingimages]

[serotonincutie]

[thatbitchsimone]

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fall is coming, btw

[wybwtjmiadz]

The urge to wear something like this but my thighs ruins it🥹

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they don’t. these same characters you see wouldn’t just change their style because they don’t like their thighs because it doesn’t change the fact that they’re the main protagonist of a horror video game. unfortunately we all partake in a horror game in real life as well, so start dressing accordingly. physiognomy is irrelevant. what im saying is you have a duty to do this now

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obsessed with this lately. im a cyber angel, i connect to the gods and spirits with my keyboard, i tether to magic and holiness like you would wi-fi, and YET i am made of flesh and softness that can ROT and melt back into the soft soil and be absorbed by yet another network of roots and mycelium. i wish my veins were cables filled with holy water

[moskau13838]

this is just like the sexygirlmax2019 arg

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wtf pls clarify

[moskau13838]

its an arg about a guardian angel trying to reconnect with the girl their guarding through the internet, speciifcally tumblr where the arg takes place. its a rlly good arg and i love it

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i literally don’t think i can ever thank you enough for this. im never ever ever gonna be able to shut up about it again.

[francainhiding]

Windsor w @coldstonedreamery

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obsessed with this lately. im a cyber angel, i connect to the gods and spirits with my keyboard, i tether to magic and holiness like you would wi-fi, and YET i am made of flesh and softness that can ROT and melt back into the soft soil and be absorbed by yet another network of roots and mycelium. i wish my veins were cables filled with holy water

[moskau13838]

this is just like the sexygirlmax2019 arg

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wtf pls clarify

[zegalba]

Toshihiko Takamizawa's custom ESP angel guitars

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🤍 Audrey Horne 🤍

love love love girls who grow up lonely and emotionally neglected who project their whole sense of self onto fascinating strangers who are gonna whisk them away from the stillness and death of their closed off world that seems so hard to escape, and then they learn to live

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how i feel inside my mind

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she is voiceless. her own unique personal story is begging to be told. she’s hurt but quiet and no one is bothered enough by her quietness to figure out what’s wrong (maybe because girls should be quiet anyway). it doesn’t matter you were hurt and changed because ultimately it doesn’t matter what kind of person you were or the potential you lost. it never mattered. you were inconsequential to them (you are a girl). people around you love you but the love you are given isn’t the love that saves you because those who loved you never really understood who you are (they loved you like they think a girl should be loved). nobody ever has. they have used your body and that made you feel even more of a stranger in your home, in your life, completely depersonalised (you’re starting to realise you don’t really exist as you, you only exist as a girl. for the world and your family, you’re not you, you’re just a girl. and girls are only good for their bodies) you know something has happened, is currently happening, and that something is wrong, but then why isn’t anyone making a fuss? (losing track of who you are is just what happens to girls. it doesn’t matter that it happens because it’s not robbing the world of anything but a girl). you can’t tell whether you even should be upset. maybe you have died but you don’t know it yet. why else won’t people see you for who you are? why else would people treat you as if you’re not there? you’re trapped with your existential terror. even your death isn’t enough to open the family’s eyes to what they lost. even after they find the safe, the cassette, even after they read her diary. sure it’s weird, alice was more than we thought she was, but they move on without understanding it. the family doesn’t realise Alice is in the pictures all along, but we see it. her desperation is conveyed to an audience of strangers who gloss over it as much as her family has. they focus on the depiction of the family’s loss more than on Alice’s experience of teenage-hood. no one grieved her. she’s alone. she says so, she writes so, she visits her family in their sleep, she spells it out; yet—even though they read, and listen, and watch the footage—no one sees or hears her. she’s ignored. but there’s no malice, because this is just how things go (as a girl).

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now idk whether i should dress up as alice palmer or anna delvey for halloween

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LAKE MUNGO (2008)

popular girlblogger movie recs masterposts on tumblr are totally missing out on this gem btw i believe Lake Mungo made me feel comforted and understood in my experience of teenage loneliness, and captured the grief that comes with losing the connection we build with our families and life itself. if you enjoyed the haunting of hill house (nell's plotline specifically), or donnie darko, this is for you "I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. It hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way. And it's getting closer. And I don't feel ready. I feel like I can't do anything."

[127leilas]

i just dont think we were made to look at ourselves

[malaak]

Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet //  Milan Kundera - Immortality

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