The pills dont work.
I’ve been feeling more and more suicidal over the past few months. My brain has been filled with so many ideas and plans. I feel so close to the edge, I can sense that something bad is going to happen. I feel so helpless.
"You’re fat and disgusting"
“How can he touch you with those rolls of fat hanging off you?”
“Don’t even bother eating, you’re better off starving”
“You’ll be beautiful when you’re thin again”
“STARVE STARVE STARVE”
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”—Unknown (via wtfkreestal)
“Stoners live, Stoners die.
Fuck the world.
Lets get high.
Pots a plant.
It grows in the ground.
If god didn’t like it, it wouldn’t be around.
So drink 151 and smoke a bowl.
So party hard and rock n’ roll.
To all you preps who think your cool.
FUCK you guys, stoners rule”—(via iamtheendofthewhorled)
Who cares, if a girl dresses in baggy clothes sometimes, or something that isn’t a floaty feminine dress, or a dress that fits like a bandage. Let them wear what the hell they want, just because they don’t dress to your ideal & preference of how a woman should dress, doesn’t make them any less female. I wear short skirts & fitted clothes, but other times I like to just chill out in some oversized combats, hoody & hat. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m a woman.