May 2012
“I’m thinking you’re the one for me”
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imagine if it went the opposite way around
- Me: Hi! Can you sign my pap-
- Band Member: Marry me.
- Me: What?
- Band Member: What?
- Me:
- Band Member:
- Me:
- Band Member: I mean yeah, sure I'll sign your paper.
- Me after running for one minute: I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing
when people post pictures from the past 4 years of my life on my timeline and i look like a crawled out of a sewer and died.
Reblog if you're willing to answer publicly anything that comes to your ask box right now.
I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a t-shirt, undies, messy hair, that 'just woke up look' and still have someone think I'm hot, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, I wonder what its like to look in the mirror and like what I see, and not want to break the mirror. Pretty much, I just want to be beautiful. I could go on forever..
“I don’t want to be rude and ruin your happiness but I need to talk to you.. I’m screaming to let this all out but I cant stand the thought of hurting you with it, so for another day I’ll keep it bottled up”
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If I can eat this much why can’t I do the same when it comes to throwing up?
“People are so full of shit”
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