Felizmente Liam girl y larry shipper.
«just a normal girl with anormal feelings»
Mi tumblr, mis reglas.
No tengo tiempo para el amor, tengo que llegar rápido a la perfección.
Feet together, thighs apart,
Collar bones are where we start,
Count the ribs and feel the hips,
Thats what makes us skinny, bitch
i need to lose the weight. i hate myself. i’ve tried and tried again, and i’m a complete failure. this is honestly the worst feeling in the world.
I want to be able to eat anything I want without gaining weight. I want to look cute in legging and baggy sweaters. I want a thigh gap. I want collar bones and hip bones. I want to wear a bikini. I just want to be thin.
Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction.
We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care.
Why do I tell people,
That I’m fine, when I’m suicidal?
That I’ve eaten, when I’m starving myself?
That I cover my wrists with bracelets because it’s fashionable, when it’s littered with cuts and scars?
That I’m happy, when I’ve been crying until sunrise every night?
That they don’t need to worry, when the thing I want most is somebody to care?