FUCK

i could never delete my tumblr. it would be like someone burning their diary. it is the only thing keep those years from blurring together completely. i don't know how u girlies do it.

tumblr does it for me anyway 🫶🏼

where do people find the energy to live life

where do people find the energy to live life

Wdym I'm " mentally ill " and " need help. " I'm just a little meow meow. :////

Life is really this big chunk of sadness , after each chapter there stands another ugly reason to cry about and in between those series of sadness we try to “find” happiness that stays for a while and never forever . We rather find it or build it but life never gets any happy, it is sad and sad and for a few moments of happiness that you create yourself because sadness is boring, and the thought of “having life only once” keeps you walking amidst every reason to cry and give up.

I fucking hate having fire-related trauma bc it's not a common trigger and people just casually bring it up All the fucking time

Having an eating disorder is far too goddamn fucking annoying. I'm either torn between starving myself until it hurts or eating because I know I'll just fail at starving.

my superpower is if you yell at me i WILL cry and it WILL be exceedingly uncomfortable for every person involved

i miss when food was food and not numbers

Seems kind of anorexic of you for being on Tumblr