(Source: space-vagina)
(Source: theelectric-chapel)
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It hurts going back to school and seeing the pretty, skinny girls who didn’t need to lose weight anyway have lost it. While I’m still a fucking disgusting blob.
I don’t want the bones for anyone else but myself.
I don’t find that to be attractive.
I’m not attracted to a specific “look” or “weight”.
I just want need it for myself.
59 Days Down The Drain.
I gave in a few days ago. They barely count. Barely scracthes.
My girlfriend ahs all of my sharps.
I used my brother’s dull knife.
It wasn’t enough.
The guilt was awful.
It still is.
I’m not counting days anymore.
Last night was really fucked up.
And I’m trying to forget about it. I would think, after 12 (13?) shots of vodka, I wouldn’t remember a goddamn thing.
How the fuck did I even walk home?
That moment when your friends spot your crush
and they look back at you like…
and then you’re like…
(Source: theboywhoatetheworld, via jedi-castiel)
NEWSFLAAASH!
I have a lovely girlfriend. :3 And I have not felt so stable in months. She keeps me stable.
That is all. But not. At all.
But anyway. She’s gone for 5 days on vacation.
I am spending the evening with myself and vodka.
And cranberry juice.
Start off the night with a shot!
I got in at 2 AM last night/this morning. I went to a shady lil’ bar to see a band with a friend. We were able to follow them in without being carded.
But then I was locked out of my house. Had to crawl in through the bathroom window.
Talked to my girl (I love being able to say that!) until she had to leave for her plane.
Slept until 11. Most sleep I’ve gotten in many nights.
Hmmhmmm interesting things.
(via sickly-thin)
(Source: them0nsterinside)
no swallowing.
I know this is really gross but I’ve started chewing and spitting my food. Its sometimes hard to stop myself from swallowing, but I find it great for stopping food cravings.
Difficult.
I took pictures the other day.
I could not see my ribs.
I freaked out.
I feel am disgusting.
