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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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@unsettled-script
“i had an eating disorder for three years. it got really bad around this time last year, but i finally started recovering in may of this year. but now i can feel myself getting worse again and today i fainted because i haven’t eaten in three days. i don’t know what to do. i know i should tell someone but i don’t know how. i know i could die. i don’t care.”
i owe my body so many apologies
beautiful disorder
Bulimia isn’t a pretty girl, hanging over the toilet bowl with her hair nicely tied back. It is a swollen face with vomit dripping down the chin and permanent nosebleeds.
Anorexia isn't a skinny, shy girl that refuses some Food. It is disguisting hair appearing on deadly cold skin. It is the extreme pain from an empty stomach.
Depression isn’t a model with some smudged Mascara, which sadly looks out a window at a sunset. It is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, because there is no motivation left to close the eyes. It is bitter lonliness.
Selfharm isn’t a beautiful boy, kissing your scars and telling you, you are beautiful anyway. It is the pain when the water in the shower hits the wounds. It is scars that will never disappear.
Mental disorders aren’t any kind of aesthetic. They are dying little by little, everyday.
Imagine looking at a skinny pretty girl and feeling nothing because you are one too
You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.
“Do not forget about the time you used to wake up and pour yourself a giant bowl of cereal with regular milk and an extra spoon or two of sugar. Do not forget about the excitement you felt when your mom baked cinnamon rolls on special Sunday mornings. And do not forget that your only goal was to beat your siblings to the biggest one with the most cream cheese frosting. Do not forget about going to a sleepover at your best friend’s house and secretly making cookie dough at 2am to eat while her parents were sleeping. Do not forget pizza and ice cream and cake at birthday parties. Do not forget that you used to be able to feel full. Do not forget the time that food was a taste, not a number. Do not forget the time when there was no such thing as minimums and maximums. Do not forget what it is like to live in normalcy; you do not need to make it complicated because there is no measurement or formula to living.”
— espressodoll (via espressodoll)
“Be patient and tough, someday this pain will be useful to you.”
— (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
“Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.”
— (via bangyaass)
most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later
“The head of a company survived 9/11 because His son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was His turn to bring donuts. One woman was late because her Alarm clock didn’t go off in time. One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike Because of an auto accident. One of them Missed his bus. One spilled food on her clothes and had to take Time to change. One’s Car wouldn’t start. One couldn’t Get a taxi. The one that struck me was the man Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, Took the various means to get to work but before. He got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.. Now when I am Stuck in traffic, Miss an elevator, Turn back to answer a ringing telephone… All the little things that annoy me, I think to myself, This is exactly where I’m meant to be At this very moment”
— i will never not reblog this (via pursuitofhapppinessss)
when u type ;) instead of :)
Jessica Lange (1970s)
omg
Love her
what kind of satanic ritual is this
it’s called jungle juice
mmm, tastes like blacking out
my body is ready
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami (via webiteback)
