My name's Michelle & I'm 20, studying Psychology. I love learning and knowledge and general geekiness. I love music and writing and having walls full of photos.
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Wow…just wow. This makes me so sad.
I have all of this good resolve and desire to be normal again, but I really don’t know how to cope with these thoughts/feelings.
Amazing response (:
aw haha omg thank you :3
^^^ amazing response yes and anon spelled youre wrong, it’s you’re :)
Rebloggin because I think anonymous hate mail is pathetic and chicken shit, and I LOVE that response.
I love you all so much
That girl is amazing.
HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAVE THAT MANY NOTES
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…
I hope it’s coffee and walnut.
I’m so fucking tired of living like this. I’ve given up so many years of my life to my eating disorders. I’ve lost so much sleep crying over some arbitrary number on a piece of machinery I shouldn’t even have in my house.
I want to eat cake on my birthday. I want to go out for dinner with my boyfriend and not restrict around it so I can actually enjoy it. I want to be able to eat Bounty chocolates and stollen and macaroni and cheese without the urge to purge overpowering me.
I want to be slim because I do exercise I enjoy. I want to do Zumba and go running, not starve myself and do stomach crunches in rooms with no space. I don’t want to care if I sleep late anymore! I want to have fruit juice or milky coffees with meals, instead of using them as part of some sort of “allowance” I give myself. In fact, who cares if I’m not slim? I just need to be healthy.
I’m a healthy weight, and yes it’s the lower end but I’m healthy. Minus the weak heart and various deficiencies, but there’s nothing to blame there except for starving, purging, over-exercising, and suicide attempts. My body is as healthy as it will ever be again. And I’m going to keep it like this. There is this agonizing lunatic in my head who is yelling abuse at me for saying this, but this really needs to happen now. Before it’s too late.
I am turning 21. I’m supposed to be out drinking, going on road trips, sleeping late on weekends. I’m not supposed to be this irrational creature that hates everything the quiet but serene younger me loved, just because of some fictional set of rules I have in my head.
I am capable of good things. I have told myself otherwise my entire life, but I’m smart, even if it’s only academically - it’s still a damn good foundation. I’m going to do well in this degree. I am going to have a good career, one that I enjoy, and it’s going to be helping people, so screw this. It’s my life, I’m taking it back.
You see this? This mushroom?
It’s called the Spongebob Squarepants Mushroom. I shit you not.
Spongiforma squarepantsii
Google it if you don’t believe me.
This almost, *almost*, beats my pet bio love, the Sonic hedgehog homolog (Shh) gene. It totally would if Shh didn’t cause terrifying/awesome cyclopes when it malfunctioned.
(Source: edrecoverystarfish)
I would like to request a body.
It needs all the normal, please,
and then some dirty-blonde
lovely hair, versatile for styling,
to go over the place where
this safe, exorcised, disinfected brain
can spend its days not worrying
that the clothes size is 6, cup size C,
feet are fives and glasses needed no more.
This is my best friend and I all the time!
(Source: frie-nds)
Powerful and relavant.
i love this, it goes to show how eating disorders affect everyone around on the person suffering
(Source: thingsithinkarebeautiful)
TUMBLR!
STOP GIVING ME ERROR MESSAGES!
My coffee is long out of my system, there are 3 lovely ladies I’d like to contact, and to be honest, I really just need the sanity.
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
(Source: Flickr / tinycastles)
