ancestor:

My mom told me one time she was on acid and this guy came over and tried to talk to her and she thought she was in a car so she started cranking the window down and leaned her head out of the fake window and was like “I can’t talk right now” and then rolled it back up and Im honestly going to start doing that

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just-shower-thoughts:

When I was younger and my parents talked about the “good ol’ days”, I always felt like I was missing out, not realizing I was living in my own “good ol’ days”

bonerfart:

it’s kinda strange how quickly pokemon go came and went. like, it literally seemed to change society for a week or two now i dont even hear anyone talk about it

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negavomit:

her name is nelly & she is soft and lovely & she makes weird noises when she gets excited

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so-goth-i-shit-bats:

I really wish movie writers would stop writing anorexic girls as the cool, mysterious little fairy girl. Like seriously. Anorexia does not suddenly make you interesting. Do you want to know what the reality of anorexia is?

• no-one wanting to hang out with you because people get fucking fed up of watching you avoid food
  
• not wanting to go out because you’re scared there will be food there
• hair falling out
• nails going yellow and breaking
• skin looking and feeling like paper and growing more little hairs
• always being cold, from the inside and out
• weak bones and weak muscles, not being able to exercise and, if you do, extreme lightheadedness and the posibility of passing out
• you can literally feel your heart and lungs straining, I can’t explain it but you can feel your body shutting down
• becoming an obscenely good liar “I already ate” “I had [insert food here] earlier” “don’t worry, I’m sorting it our” “I’m fine” “I can’t be anorexic, I love food too much”
• your vision going
• no-one being able to talk to you properly, giving you odd looks and whispering about you when they think you can’t see
• not being able to move normally because you’re so weak
• any amount of food making you feel disgusting and bloated and like you’re going to throw up
• acid reflux, your stomach starts digesting itself
• this fucks up your vocal chords, and for a singer, that’s rough
• constantly checking food labels for calorie counts and looking at a normal 400 calorie meal is like someone saying “look at that sheer cliff face! Go climb it with your bare hands”
• sunken eyes, chapped lips
• always tired, falling asleep in classes
• never being able to concentrate, can’t learn anything at school
• your parents constantly worried, more fights, more stress in the house, they blame each other, hearing them crying when you’re meant to be asleep
• siblings falling behind on their school work because they’re stressed out and worried about you
• you feeling even worse and wanting to be normal but you’re convinced you can’t be normal because you think your body is differnt to everyone elses and you physically cannot eat as much as other people
• losing all of your friends
• knowing you’re going to die but convincing yourself you’ll stop before that happens but, on the other hand, not knowing if you want to prevent that inevitable end
• still not seeing food in a normal way years later, just being able to override those feelings

Anorexia is not pretty. It is not cool. It is not mysterious. It is an illness, it breaks you down until you are nothing but your anorexia. It takes over everything. Every single aspect of your life. Until you’re left with nothing but your own existence. And then it takes that. My parents told me they were preparing for the day when they’d come in to wake me up for school and they wouldn’t be able to. Those two years were the worst time of my life, when I try and think of them, all I can think of is pain and crying. Even writing this now is making me upset. AND IT NEVER GOES AWAY. I will live with this fear of food until the day I die. Granted, I can ignore it for the most part, but it’s always there. I will always check calorie counts, I will always try and monitor what I eat but I can do it normally now. 

Please, PLEASE stop glorifying this disease. It’s not the fashionable, mysterious girl. It’s pain and lonliness and anger. People need to understand that.

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