I miss you. A little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.
all I do anymore is sleep, feel bad for myself, and take selfies
“you’re here to learn” I’m here because it’s the fucking law
Let’s get something straight:
Nobody admires you for being anorexic,
That’s just the voice in your head.
They will not applaud you,
Or think of you as ‘controlled’, or
They will not envy you,
They do not see your slow suicide
Anorexia does not make you special,
Different or unique.
Your laughter, your passions,
Your smile, are why people love you.
They do not love anorexia,
They love you, and though the voice says
Without it you are nothing.
I promise, without anorexia
You are everything.
Recovery is a choice,
And it means you have to fight.
Eat, even when anorexia is screaming
At you to stop.
Recovery is learning,
That you are admirable without being thin,
That you are interesting without anorexia,
That you are worth more than a life
With a demon in your head, who
Wants to kill you.
You are perfect, and you do not
Need this disease, to make you
Feel worthy of life.
Please, do not
Put your trust in Anorexia Nervosa,
You are worth
So much more.
A reminder to all sufferers. (via rediscoveryandrecovery)
“What doesn’t kill you
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive.”
C.C (via psych-facts)
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via notebookings)
“Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via lovely—delight)
the best part about blogging is that no one actually knows if youre naked or not
“Don’t hold on to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.”
Leo Buscaglia (via cirea)