FlowerChild

...I sense a stranger filling this silent room with anguish... a silence that rattles against the windows leaving me so cold and numb... and somehow... this feeling I do not understand is my best friend and enemy all wrapped up in one...

The book said you could die of an eating disorder. That didn’t bother me. What it did not say was that if it did not kill you right away, it would live with you the rest of your life, and then kill you.

—From Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia by Marya Hornbacher (via the—-small)

(Source: hush-syrup, via eveningfades)

reminds me of myself when the same thing happened to me..

reminds me of myself when the same thing happened to me..

(via eveningfades)

Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst if all, ‘a disappointment.’

Therapy 2/2

  • Therapist: Why do you feel like you deserve to punish yourself? We both know you don't.
  • Me: I don't know why. I don't have a reason. It's kinda of like saying "Why do flies exist?"
  • Therapist: Why do flies exist?
  • Me: I don't know, they don't really have a reason, but they just do.