gained :) so :) much :) weight :) i :) can :) feel :) and :) see :) it :) everywhere :)
Anonymous asked: was nutrition at school hard?
i never really went to class but not really a lot of it was like general knowledge could kinda make up answers hahah
A visual representation of Tumblr’s slow downward spiral.
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That’s… Actually a really good quote….
Do NOT bad mouth Miley Cyrus in front of me because I will cut you down.
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its sad how its more socially acceptable to hate your body than to love it
this text post hit me like a train
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"If someone ever asked me what insomnia was, I would answer, Insomnia is getting through a stressful day, you are so tired your body aches and your brain can barely piece together a coherent thought, but you lay there and lay there and lay there while your eyes wander, every light and sound is amplified, and you finally are able to sleep twenty minutes before you have to get up
If someone asked me what depression was, I would answer, Depression is staring at a bright, beautiful day and wishing it was raining, looking at a room full of happy smiling people and wondering how many of them are faking it like you are. Depression means you are always tired. You have no spark of life in your eyes, just a deep weariness with the world. Insomnia means you cantsleep, depression means you cant wake up.
If someone asked me what anxiety was, I would answer, Anxiety is staring at someone and praying they don’t judge you. Anxiety is walking by a friend and wondering if they hate you because they didn’t look at you when you said hi, even though they would have had to turn around to do so. Anxiety is breaking down sobbing like the world is going to end because you fear you will lose each and every one of your friends just because you lost one. Anxiety is every painful memory resurfacing with even more destructive force than it originally had. Anxiety is being absolutely frozen, unable to dream or hope of anything getting better.
If someone asked me what suicide was, I would laugh bitterly and answer simply, Suicide is someone standing up for themselves and refusing to be trapped in a life where they cannot sleep, cannot wake, and cannot dream. Suicide is freedom.
But of course, nobody would ask me any of that. Theyre too busy judging me by those labels I carry. They see my scars, not the girl who felt she had no choice but to inflict them. They see my tears, not the deep anguish behind them. They see my smile, not the lie that it hides. And though they dont know it yet, they see my open grave, waiting for them to push me into it."
My own dark and twisted mind
Anonymous asked: you keep posting relationship kinda stuff about love! Who do you like!
hahah barely, no one in particular just people in general (: