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“Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?
Justin Alcala (via wnq-writers)
Source: fy-perspectives
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Hey ass butt! Can you keep up?
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“When I look at my fading scars, I wish there were more.”
(via better-off-deadx)
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I just want to close my eyes…
-and never wake up anymore.
(via better-off-deadx)
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“I want to be happy.”
- “Then why aren’t you?”
“Because no matter how hard I try or how much I want it… I can’t.”
(via better-off-deadx)
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If I die, it’s ok. Don’t be sad.
Sadness (via cheshirekaetzchen)
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im a fiend
Well shit
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killingthatfatkid
“I am not angry. I am in pain and you put me here. The person who supposed to love me more than anything.”
Kevin Walker (Brothers & Sisters)
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I have a simple wish.
Someday, maybe not today, but someday I would like to feel at home within myself.
afkwrites (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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When you’re upset, or angry they tell you to lay down, to sit still and take a deep breath, but every time I stay still I hear my heartbeat crash against my chest as if its only purpose is to rip it apart and escape. I cannot stay still, I need constant movement, I need to let my heart know that I’m giving it a reason to beat, to not rip my chest open and flee.
zosraus (via wnq-writers)
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When I was 8 my father told me that I will never be able to ‘choose’ my boyfriends, that I would always have to date whoever it is that would want to date me.
When I was 9 I heard a boy from another class comment on our school photo saying I was ugly because I was fat. It happened again at 13.
When I was 11 almost the entire classroom sang me a song about how I should workout more and lose weight.
When I was 12 I was told by my uncle to start smoking, maybe then I’d stop eating.
When I was 14 I cried to my mom telling her I can’t take the comments anymore, she told me to lose the weight then.
When I was 17 my aunt said all her nieces were pretty… if only I’d “take care of my weight.”
Now, at 19, I’ve been struggling with self-harm and self-destructing thoughts for about 8 years. That means it all started around 11. A little to early for a girl to start hating her body to the point of literally harming it, don’t you think?
So don’t tell me I should love my family just because they are family.
Don’t tell me your comments come from a place of concern.
Don’t tell me fat-phobia isn’t real. It is. And it almost killed me…
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It’s getting bad again, I want to hurt myself so bad.
(via madnessisinmyhead)
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