March 2012
“Screw poetry, it’s you I want,
your taste, rain
on you, mouth on your skin.”
– Margaret Atwood (via skinboundcollections, falsealarms)
Hear my beaten heart exclaim: dyinginback: It felt... →
dyinginback:
It felt a little like those nights, the ones you think happened all the time in your youth but were probably as rare as solar flares, when you would lie in the long grass while the fire burnt down to embers hissing against air that was cold and wet, and there would be no sounds…
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The longer I am here, the more angry and bitter I become towards the world.
February 2012
I am really sick and tired
of struggling with how I see myself. For the last 5 years, I had been really underweight and would obsess about looking skinnier. Over this last summer I gained over 30 pounds, and didn’t really care until I started to realize what size clothing I was.
It’s ridiculous. I don’t want to feel pressured to be a size 0, I don’t want that anxiety to be apart of my life, like it...
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Natalie whenever I try to leave you messages, Tumblr stops working. Please be okay, let me know how you are doing.
I love you.
Mango loves you too. And so does Joey. And Sassy. And Baby. And Moose.
