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It girls eat. It girls eat pasta and bread and burgers and milkshakes and fries and they still do it even when it’s difficult. There are some days where they don’t want to but they realize they have to because life is worth so much more than guilt, and it’s not their fault they feel guilty over things they can’t control. So they pick up their forks and enjoy it, because the happiness of enjoying something is worth so much more than a lifetime of guilt. Existing is exhausting, but it is so worth it.

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Friendly reminder that you do not have to be on adventures and experience new things all the time. You might feel this pressure to do "cool" things every day just so you can tell other people what you did. But darling, you should live your life for yourself, not for the stories you might be able to tell. All you really need to do is be. Be in the moment. Be kind to yourself. Be there for yourself. Listen to your soul, listen to what it craves. Go on adventures and explore the world for the right reasons. Rest and recover when your body tells you to. I know that sometimes when you stand still, there can be a lot of uneasiness, because you think you have to go somewhere and do something amazing. But remember: It is absolutely okay to have days where all you do is breathe and take it easy. There is so much meaning in the slow days as well, my love.

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Felt this a little too much

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I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FYCKING HATE U MON

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE U MOM

I FUCKING HATE YOU MOM

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JUST A LIL VENT!

I FUCKING HATE MY MOTHER, SHE IS MAKING ME ISOLATE FROM MY FRNDS I FINALLY HAD, I WAS FINALLY HAPPY SHE IS JUST KEEPING ME AWAY FROM HAPPINESS I FINALLY EXPERIENCED FOR ONCE BY HAVING TRUE FRNDS. ISTG IF SHE KNOWS SHES MAKING ME RATHER FORCING ME BY HERSELF PUSHING ME IN THE MOUTH OF THE DEMONS I FINALLY LEFT AFTER SOO MANY HARSHIPS. I JUST FINALLY GOT BETTER, I STOPPED CUTTING OR PURGING ALL BECAUSE OF MY NEW BSF SHES AN ANGEL FROM ABOVE SHE FINALLY MADE ME FEEL LIKE I CAN BE LOVED. I HOPE MY MOTHER KNOWS WHAT IS SHE FUCKING DOING AND IF I KMS SHE WAS THE FUCKING REASON

SHE NEEDS FUCKING THERAPY CAUSE THE TRAUMA SHE PROJECTED ON ME N GAVE ME MADE SHAPED ME IN THE DARKEST WAYS I FUCK8NG HATE THAT SHE KEEPS VICTIMIZING HERSELF WHEN THE FACT SHES IS THE ONE TO CHOKE ME N FEED ME TO THESE MONSTERS.

I FUCKING HATE U MOM N THANKS FOR MAKING ME HATE MYSELF.

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Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

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for everybody who’s suffering from an eating disorder:  i love you

for everybody who’s in recovery for their eating disorder:  i love you

for everybody who’s not ready to recover:  i love you

for everybody who wants to recover but is struggling to:  i love you

for everybody who is afraid to get help:  i love you

for everybody who is body positive for everyone but themselves:  i love you

im so sorry for whatever drove you to this point. what your brain says to you isnt true. youre beautiful, and you deserve to recover. 

youre not alone. and i love you.

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I've been running away & hiding from the writer in me for the past month, she scares me sometimes and leaves me shaking and breathe less from the memories she likes to romanticise when they were nothing but knives stabbed soo deep that they still start to bleed if I touch them. The writer in me had been crying inside me soo loud that it echos in my mind as a empty voice, she tries to drag me to my chair & write all the memories I don't want to remember but she has always been clever as she always has had the talent to hide the pain in the poetries soo well that the people reading can't see it, then she gets sad and throws a tantrum as no one sees them as all she ever wanted was to be seen and healed, she is funny ain't she? Ever since the writer in me has been born, I have died. She forgets to live in the moment but then reminisces the memory later in the dark, it's not that I hate her it's that someday I get scared of the light because of her. I guess she's still in her emo phase as all she does is whisper bitter nothings and acts as if she's never seen the light, it makes me want to love her even more and show that love is taught similarly as hate is taught, though love blooms flowers but hate? It leaves scars.

I opened the door for the writer inside me today, she is happy and is smiling with blood on the corner of her lips right now while looking at me, she has a habit of taking pain as love it's something I'm trying pulling her out of, she sometimes forget that the pain she loves makes me bleed and leaves me weak. She sometimes comes to me with her head hanging low to treat her wound a give me a hug at night as she remembers she lives inside me.

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My heart sometimes yearns to be drenched in your love but luckily heart’s don’t have a mouth so it remains like a child crying in an empty mansion,

The feeling sometimes visit me one of the two visitors,

Pain or Blithe,

one withers the core of my heart and leaves after planting thorns whereas the other blooms the already existing flowers on the lining of my heart,

I wonder which one will pay me a visit tonight as I wait with a cup of coffee tonight under the moonlight.

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what ed bitches want

but no I must have organs

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