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[untröstlich: inconsolable.] Why must we fall apart to understand how to fly?  ♥  I love cats. And women. And too many things that aren't good for me. Feel free to contact me if you need to talk to someone or look for advice. :) /personal posts /ED related posts /Heartbreak

[solitaria]

by Anton Demin

[verpasstzuleben]

[cindarelladream]

Sharon Tate (1968)

[pink-bone-marrow]

[hapless-hollow]

The divine beauty, Casstronaut, Cassie Meder

[darkloud-deactivated20220410]

[laviearose]

[henriquejorgegentleman]

[bpdanais-deactivated20170815]

I feel so cheated that I didn’t get a normal life like everybody else

[cutpriceguignol-deactivated2022]

My therapist: So what do we say when something doesn’t go our way?

Me: This wouldn’t have happened if I was dead

My therapist: no-

[fridayiminlovemp3]

I’m full of rage but in a very chill and nonchalant way

[quotemadness]

“For me, everything’s too much and nothing’s enough.”

— Mary Karr

[amaranth-devi-deactivated202007]

[henriquejorgegentleman]

[cheshirescott]

Copyright © 2013, Cheshire Scott, All Rights Reserved

Model - Natalia

http://nataliastwistedtorso.weebly.com

[un-troestlich]

And even if I was 

the only creature in the world

I wouldn’t be quite as lonely

[weltenwellen]

1 I would never speak to a child the way I speak to myself. 2 There is nothing empowering about lessening yourself. You are a vanishing act. Your body, the magic hat, pulling out nothing. Your body is a clothing wrack, your body is my favorite sweater shrunk in the drying. 3 Less is more less is more less I know more less I know more or less how to love myself. 4 Hair loss is a side effect of bulimia. If you are so hell-bent on losing your hair, here are the scissors. Here is the razor. Why don’t you shave it? Why don’t you donate it? Why don’t you braid me a fucking scarf? 5 You beautiful martyr. You knuckle-kissing saint. You are a mother bird and we are all your children and we are all so hungry. We want to see a staircase around your lungs. We want to hang ornaments from your collarbone. We want nothing to do with your softness. 6 They don’t show big girls in the magazines like they are afraid to show men what childbirth looks like. It is too real, it is too bloody. 7 Dear First World, what a privilege it is to hate our bodies. 8 Ana, when your loved ones carry your coffin, will they doubt there is a body in there? Like an empty suitcase. A silent instrument. 9 I too have pulled at my torso. I too have imagined hemming my body. I suck it in. I suck it in. I turn off the light before I let him love me. 10 Ana, imagine yourself as a little girl. Tell her she is not good enough. Tell her she is ugly. When she comes to you hungry, do not feed her. 11 Your body is not a temple. Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground. You are bigger than this. You are bigger than this. 12 Dear Ana, you are swallowing yourself. Your voice is so small.

Sierra DeMulder, Ana (via splitterherzen)