If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat
think about the concept of a library. that’s one thing that humanity didn’t fuck up. we did a good thing when we made libraries
if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
I visited my best friend at Sheppard Pratt EDU today. I was okay then but now reflecting back on it, I’m so triggered. I’m jealous of the girls there. I feel unbearably like I need to lose weight to be like them. I have such a compulsive need to restrict again, and lose weight and set unrealistic expectations and goals to lose weight. I know it’s not healthy, I know it’s two steps back. It’s like I have to act on these urges. I feel so compelled to. I feel like I’ll feel better once I lose the weight again. I’m disgusted with myself for getting to where I am today, more specifically the weight I am now. It’s not my highest, but nowhere near my lowest and the anxiety of being at this healthy weight is (pun not intended) weighing so heavily on me.
"I don’t understand why sex is more shocking than violence."
Lea Seydoux talking about American films. (via ramengirl48)
I miss John. I wish it was Christmas so he’d be here again. Very few people you meet are so interesting to talk to and be around. I miss my friend.
"When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness."
Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)
This changed me.