Green eyes. Red lips. Jack Daniels. Body modification. Recovery process. Activation complete.
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athazagoraphobia-clinomania:






This is how it feels to have an eating disorder.

or depression

or when you self-harm

or anxiety


Anxiety

athazagoraphobia-clinomania:

This is how it feels to have an eating disorder.

or depression

or when you self-harm

or anxiety

Anxiety

(Source: medob)

beckyhop:

zftw:

we need to talk about that house loan

It’s gonna cost you a leg. Specifically, that guy’s prosthetic leg.
I need it.

beckyhop:

zftw:

we need to talk about that house loan

It’s gonna cost you a leg. Specifically, that guy’s prosthetic leg.

I need it.

(Source: awwww-cute)

heartrate:

i found my journalinstagram @haydenwc2013, july;"final entry,she is home.”2014, january;"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

heartrate:

i found my journal
instagram @haydenwc

2013, july;
"final entry,
she is home.”

2014, january;
"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

aureat:

I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.

I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.

Winona Ryder (via everyday-islike-sunday)