Darling,you'll be okay

octupac:

u hate me?? wow so much in common already

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“At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is.”

Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful

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wheremythoughtsare:

Do not ground your child because you caught them putting a cigarette flame to their wrist.

Do not discipline your child because they have cuts on their thighs.

Do not threaten to put your child in a mental institution because their only escape is self-harm.

Do not teach your children that if they open up to you about the scars on their bodies, the only thing they will get in return is punishment.

(via livingfortheafterlife)

me: dad, im hungry

dad: oh hi hungry, im dad!

me: i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.

drowningatseas:

I don’t want your pity, I already know I’m screwed up.

drowningatseas:

I don’t want your pity, I already know I’m screwed up.

(via depression-den)

youcouldbefound:

neoliberalismkills:

"no one can love you until you love yourself"

that is complete bullshit

don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve love from other people because you struggle with loving yourself

THIS EVERYONE FUCKING READ THIS NOW.

(Source: neoliberalismkills, via ana-made-me)

kingsleyyy:

I like to hangout with people that make me forget to look at my phone

(via d-i-s-p-a-r-u-forever)

notre-eau:

This isn’t love, this is what people mean when they say that drowning is peaceful, you’re just too broken to feel any more pain.

notre-eau:

This isn’t love, this is what people mean when they say that drowning is peaceful, you’re just too broken to feel any more pain.

(via d-i-s-p-a-r-u-forever)