I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.
anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong. (via floorboardcreak)
"Do you love me?" The words were pressed against her tongue, waiting. But there never seemed a right time to say them.
"Do you love me?" She hated herself for needing to know. After all, his breath mixed with hers often enough to shut anyone up.
"Do you love me?" She whispered into the wind so he wouldn’t hear.
"Do you love me?" She said, but what she really meant was, "I need to know you love me before I do something stupid, like let you in."
What she really meant was, “you have seen me naked, all skin on skin, but will you stay if I let you see me raw?”
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #76 (via blossomfully)
Anonymous: hello beautiful<3 i know things are hard now but they will get better, i promise. your smile brightens everyones day, your laugh is the reason certain people are alive, your such a huge inspiration to many people and i wish you would understand that. your absolutely gorgeous and you have no reason to change who you are. i love you so much, i dont know what i would do without you <3 stay strong and stay beautiful xoxo
I was going through my inbox deleting old messages and I found this and I have no idea who sent it but oh my god I;m gonna cry. How long ago was this? If whoever sent this sees it thankyou you put a smile on my face :3
Anonymous: Leslie gurl u beautiful
I needed that today (:
Lookin for a Recovery Buddy
So I’ve relapsed pretty hard with my ED, my family like doesn’t understand.
They get irritated when I talk about wanting to eat healthy or if I mention anything about weight because they keep telling me I look “healthy” or that I look “fine” they say if I keep asking questions about how I look all the time or keep worrying they’ll get mad. But like it’s not even direct most of the time, like I’ll just comment that I like baggy shirts or over sized sweatshirts cuz they don’t show my stomach as much and my sister will get mad, or we go to the gym and I say I wanna do cardio specifically because its better for burning fat I think and they get mad at me.
So my ex gf/best friend thinks I should make a post on tumblr explaining that I’ve relapsed and I need someone to talk to. So if anyone can help or talk to me at all I kinda need a support system because i dont really have one. I guess it would be beneficial to be able to talk to someone who has been there because as much as Danielle and Laban love and care about me and want me to egt help they havn’t been where I am at right now mentally.
So if anyone is interested in talking at all PM me, send me a message, I don’t mind an anon, but put a symbol or something please or a letter so if more than one message me I know who is who. I would really appreciate the help and someone to talk to. Thanks guys (:
i don’t need you
to fight my battles,
i just need
for you to be there
when my hands
begin to tremble
and my voice breaks,
to help me
steady my sword
and teach me
how to roar.
m.v., I am my own savior, you are a companion. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
But fuck, I would have sold my soul for you.
Ten Word Stories (via tl9)
(Source: bone-sex-p0sed, via mental-suicide)
some days i know i have an eating disorder…
other days i don’t think i have one.
most days i think i have an eating disorder, but it’s really not that severe.
i guess… that’s a sign that i do, in fact, have an eating disorder.
unfortunately… yes, i do have an eating disorder.
and that reality doesn’t change on the days i think or believe otherwise.