Thank you, Tumblr. For being my saviour. For being there for me during my hardest time. But now, I’m sorry. I am too weak to continue my life. My presence in this world means nothing. I am useless. I am a failure. I will always be. So. Goodbye, my dearest tumblr. Goodbye. For I shall be gone from the face of the earth. For my death will be ignored by many. And the cause might be unknown to my lover, my family and my friends. And they shall move on as I am only a dust in the sea who will disappear forever.
  -  28 February 2012



Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating. Anneli Rufus  (via a-l-o-o-f)
32 notes   -  24 February 2012

fatpeopledontfuck:

And I have a question: What is love? What is love? Is it giving up? ‘Cause that’s not how you raised me. What is love? What is love? See, I don’t know anymore. I used to look up to that love.

omg this song


I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music. Haruki Murakami (via voicesinsidemyhead)
33 notes   -  22 February 2012


Bulimia scared the hell out of me. Anorexia is so disembodied, so imperceptible for such a long time, so socially sanctioned, that you can go a long time clinging to your belief that there’s nothing wrong with it. The minute you stick your fingers down your throat, you know damn well something’s wrong. You know you’re out of control. Wasted: A Memoir of Bulimia and Anorexia   (via achroniccase)
832 notes   -  22 February 2012


collegefuturegeneration:

Height

You get used to it and eventually learn to love being short. It’s just the part where I’m mistaken for a little kid is when it starts to bother me. 


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