Out of treatment.

(Source: edvictim)

60717) I hate mirrors, but I always stare at them. What do people see when they look at me? Do they see my disgusting body and gaunt face and self-hatred? Or maybe, just maybe, do they see someone just a little pretty? Someone worth saving? I’ll never know.

She’s thin, she’s blonde, she says ‘wow’ a lot.

Eating shouldn’t have to be this complicated.

varietyofmymind:

Today, I am remembering my two cousins, Jeremy & Rick. Who could not be here with our family today. RIP my cousins.

& A special thank you to every man and woman who fight for our freedom everyday.

You all are true heroes. <3

Rest in Peace <3

varietyofmymind:

So…Women can marry buildings and themselves, and men can marry pillows…

And gay marriage is looked down upon because it’s not natural?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………

That feeling you get…

varietyofmymind:

After you force out all your food.

Hands damp & cut. Throat soar. But even worse…

When you’ve done it so much lately

And your heart pounds.

Not like seeing you crush pound, but fucking pound pound.

To where you’re scared to even move.

Anxiety is up to ten thousand beats per second.

You might be passing out any second now.

Why do I live for this feeling?

Why is this normal to me?