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in recovery for an eating disorder
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hellapugs:

when shots are fired but you have a good comeback

JUST EVERYONE ELSE’S REACTIONS ARE PERFECT 

hellapugs:

when shots are fired but you have a good comeback

JUST EVERYONE ELSE’S REACTIONS ARE PERFECT 

lord-kitschener:

halcyon-ia:

break the rules

no gods no kings no masters

lord-kitschener:

halcyon-ia:

break the rules

no gods no kings no masters

(Source: blazepress.com)

fireball-mudflap:

everyone is getting into relationships and growing up and I’m just getting lazier and finding more tv series to watch

I either want to be a prison psychologist or a kindergarten teacher there is no inbetween

thegadaboutgirl:

whowasntthere:

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

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(Source: sapphiology)

Anonymous asked:
What's spunkdonuts new url

Rachael? I’m not sure I miss her!! so if anyone knows let me know !!

xxn:

pure glow

xxn:

pure glow

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victini:

2 KILOS

damn son 

victini:

2 KILOS

damn son 

(Source: black-c-offee)

(Source: paznativa)

earthdad:

when someone really cute calls you cute first

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"

and i could fit a fist in the gap between my thighs
but i couldn’t feel beautiful so i assumed maybe
i was doing skinny wrong, more collarbones more coffee
less control over what was killing me

thank god for every food that broke my fast
even though i cursed its poor existence and
tried to puke it, thank god for every crumb and
calorie that kept me living

thank god for recovery, for hair that shines
like the setting sun, for fingernails that don’t
flake off, for hipbones that don’t bruise just by
looking at them, for hands that are strong enough
to hold onto the ones i love instead of
shaking so hard that they cannot write
a poem, thank god for the people who saw me at
my worst, for the boy who stood next to me in the shower
when my knees hit the ground and i sobbed for an hour,
thank god for the girl who kept sending me text
messages about how good being healthy is
until i finally believed them, thank god for
the love spilling out like liquor over these bones
until i finally got better, so yes

my tummy is round now like
a smooth hill and my thighs kiss each other
like a desperate couple and my arms are puffed up
with pride

and i fucking love it
because i am alive.

"
by

"I find being able to cross my legs an accomplishment.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

verymaryanna the part about the text messages reminded me of you :)