- me: wow could my thighs get any bigger
- *sits down*
- me: apparently yes
I can’t do this anymore.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I starve myself and why do I binge and why do I purge?
WHY DAMN IT?
Fucking A. I am so sick of all of this.
(Source: lewky, via newstorms--oldlovers)
I can’t.
I’m craving peanut butter so bad right now. I must go to bed before I give in and eat a whole loaf of bread with a jar of peanut butter and consume the whole 12 pack of toasted peanut butter crackers my boyfriend bought because he knows I like them.
I hope this craving is gone in the morning.
i’ll probably delete this because i’m terrified of the wrong people seeing it, but hey. here’s me, almost exactly one year ago.
:”(
(via sorrow-ful)
(via chellyjane)
(via valgina-nipples)
“I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that’s the problem. When you’re alive, people can hurt you. It’s easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It’s easier to lock everybody out.
But it’s a lie.”-Wintergirls
(via sugarplumsickness)
