Posting this before I change my mind. :/ Here’s my face—polluting tumblr with its awkwardness. Err..enjoy? Or not.
Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself tonight.
(Source: yourownmiley)
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(Reblogged from robin-on-fire)
I like sleeping because, It’s like being dead, but without the commitment.
weheartit ♥ (via robin-on-fire)
I don’t care about another person’s definition of “beauty”. I have my own definition of what “beauty” is — and that’s all I’ve ever wanted…to be what I consider “beautiful”.
(Source: robin-on-fire)
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this is beautiful. honestly.
(Source: soweightlessimbreathless)
“If you think you’re fat, what does that make me?”
No. Stop right there.
My distorted body image applies to myself and myself alone. When I call myself fat, the word is not a scale to which everyone else is judged on. You look exactly the way you are. I’m the only one my dysmorphia transforms. Calling myself fat does not mean I see everyone above my weight as morbidly obese. The disorder doesn’t see other people, only the person who is suffering from it.
Reblog if you’re suffering or have ever suffered from an eating disorder, depression, aniexty, self harm, or you, have been suicidal, attemted suicide or have been bullied. Then just wait paitently and a little red box, with a number on it, will magically appear, infront of your eyes, above your ask box, I promise.
(Source: thisisthefirstthing)
Reblog if you are insecure about the way you look.
(Source: untoldst0ries)
My only friend in the whole world is sleeping beside me; clueless that I’ve slit my wrists.
To All of My Followers:
Sorry if this blog seems a little dead. I’ve been working on updating my personal blog recently. When I’m finished, I’ll post a link. You should check it out, it may be a nice break from all the normal depressing shit. :P
