nadiaaboulhosn:

I’ve been holding this in for some time. It’s something I’ve really wanted to get off my chest…

shout out to everyone in middle and high school who called me fat and unstylish. now i get paid for both. fuck you.

courageisgraceunderpressure:

no one else actually gives a fuck about what size your jeans are, whether or not you have a thigh gap, or how many calories you eat everyday. real people don’t care about the things that your eating disorder cares about

you are the only person concerned with those irrelevancies, and you’re not going to lose anyone in your life if you let go of all of that

(via recoverykitty)

hairpsychic:

goals for this summer/beginning of next school year

1. socialize more
2. GO TO A SCHOOL DANCE???
3. wear shorts
4. go outside more
5. go swimming
6. get a tan (maybe)
7. go to oa meetings
8. do something about those carbs
9. get driver’s license
10. GET PERMIT FIRST?
11. go to oa meetings
12. get a job
13. go to oa meetings

5000letters:

When people say: I’m a mess
they’re not warning you off
they’re willing you closer
to see past the sadness at 2AM,
and the chain-smoking, the crying at pianists
midnight meals, foetal positions and the sulk of bottom lips 

there’s something inherently vulnerable about it
‘i’m a mess’ 
it’s filled with a soft stark pleading you won’t hear unless you’re listening right and all it means is 
‘please don’t leave me here alone.’ 

(via goste)

don’t ever apologize for posting pictures of yourself

femmesandfamily:

Fill your blog with your own face

Show off your arms, thighs, ass, shoulders

Make pages and pages of your own teeth and hair

Dedicate space to loving the cracks in your lips and the chewed parts of your fingers

And if you are called vain, then you have succeeded

In getting others to notice

How fucking beautiful and important you are

(via shutthefuckupstraightpeople)

coffeeandcheesecake:

The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.

You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
nothing—

Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.

The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.

(Source: whatladybird, via goste)

couldnttellyouwhy:

i have written too much garbage
about you
filled too many landfills
with your name
your absurdities
consider the forests i’ve brought down for you
i could have a second job for all the time i waste on fruitless ambitions

i owe you royalties for all the times i’ve written with you i should credit you in my college essays in all my acceptance speeches

apologise to future lovers for growing heavier with your burdens

i could promise i won’t write about you any more
never think about you again
i know it’s a talent of mine to hold grudges
but i’m certainly better at lying to myself

(via thomporke)

i am not dark. i am not night. i refuse to cover myself with black clothing and hide myself from the world. my body is not something to hide, but to cherish the same way anyone else would cherish their own body.

but no, you seclude and sequester me like a cow in a pen, but i am not a fucking animal. i refuse to be pushed around, told to sit with my back straight, spoken to like a stray cat you found in an alley. i am not a fucking animal.

i will run and jump and shout and be open and loud and i will be everything you don’t want me to be just because you can see the way my body shapes itself in its natural way. just because my shoulderblades are hidden beneath a layer of protection from your words. because my armor is thicker than yours.