I wish I could bring more awareness to the subject of eating disorders among young girls because it is truly a mind-consuming and awful thing to go through. no one deserves that kind of self-torture. it’s better to struggle and attempt to get better than it is to continue hurting yourself. please realize that there are other factors that might lead you to do this (not just the desire to be thin) and seek professional help, because it’s not okay to eat 2 meals a week, it’s not okay to have your hair fall out, and it’s not okay to feel this way about the body that God has blessed you with.
Jane Eyre
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: 6:41 May 9th, 2013 | 32 notesIt is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it.
I want to talk to you, but you don’t know that. You don’t know that I’ve been pacing my thoughts of you, that you devour my sleep and my mind like an animal. You don’t know these things and I would never tell you. I’m not sad. I’m not sad. I’m not sad. I’m just a girl that’s so happy that she’s almost sad. I have nerves that stretch farther than my limbs- you know that, so can we please brush it off with that eyelash on your cheek? Stop reminding me that I’m a girl whose heart weighs more than her body, that I’m just this little mess of asymmetrical vows and promises. I miss you, but you don’t know that. And I would never, ever, tell you.
Neal Shusterman, The Dark Side of Nowhere
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: 4:06 May 9th, 2013 | 9,620 notesYou never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.
Half of the time,
my words are somehow
caught on the end
of my sensitive tongue,
and I spend most of my days,
trying to find a reason
that will shake them off.I wish my meaning
would fall into your hands,
so you can see
just what I’ve been
trying to say,
all along.
The closing lines of The Great Gatsby handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald under a portrait of him drawn by Robert Kastor.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning —
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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Haruki Murakami
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: 6:30 Mar 11th, 2013 | 1,479 notesThere are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.
The Mamas & The Papas - California Dreamin’
this song has unexpectedly made its way back into my life again.
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