For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.
You didn’t just lose weight.
The weight was incomparable.
Incomparable to the hair,
The bone density and the passion.
Incomparable to the smile on your face and the glimmer in your eyes.
Totally irrelevant, in comparison to the nails and the teeth; even the nutrients in your blood slowly wasted away until your heart could barely beat.
That little heart kept fighting, for you, though.
It struggled on beat by beat and so should you.
Why? Because there’s no adulation in anorexia.
There’s no congratulations or looks of admiration. There are just blank stares from the people who once knew you, looking at your broken shell.
There’s no fucking medal or badge of honour. It’s not impressive.
But what is impressive? Standing tall, healthy and proud, saying ‘yes, I have anorexia nervosa. But it doesn’t have me anymore’.
Remember what it took from you. (via untanglingamy)
you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter
Excellent Manners Wolf goes to his local coffee shop
Well, he was sorta asking for it, dressing in such flammable clothing.
if he didnt want to get set on fire, he should have stayed indoors
Psh, I bet he’s just saying she set him on fire. False immolation claims like this make me sick.
And besides, if it had been a real immolation, the body has ways of shutting the heat down so you don’t get burned.
He had a history of playing with matches.
im single by choice
its just not my choice
need a sex tip? Cosmo says fuck a donut. fuck a donut. just fuck the fucking donut you fucking piece of shit. fuck you