Also this. It’s gay and about rockstars. Go buy it.
Writerly thing with a dog
Also this. It’s gay and about rockstars. Go buy it.
Die mad
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Some context would be helpful, anon.
I’m not mad? About fandom shit, anyway.
Maybe I’m mad about the state of the world and stupid fundamentalist religions and the online purity police, but I don’t blog about that here because tumblr is my escape vehicle. So go away.
Lemon: Opinions on snails
I love them, they’re adorable!
Imagine your OTP going into Build-A-Bear and making bears that look like each other.
larries: [looks into the camera like we’re on the office]
(via twopoppies)
Daily reminder: Larry is real as fuck. Don’t let some 10 yr old pr bs make u doubt.
(via twopoppies)
Reblog if it’s okay for your mutuals to tag you in random stuff they think you’ll like
(via the--vessel)
I’ve always done this too and still do, it’s why I don’t eat many vegetables because trying to make them taste good on their own isn’t easy. The only exception I have is roast beef and cabbage, that’s a combination I really love.
okay but that part at the end of TMBTE when vessel brings the verses of chokehold back and the album comes full circle? MY FAVORITE THING
Harry styles but he’s an anteater is this anything
Liam Payne but he’s a baikal seal is this anything
Niall Horan as an opossum is this anything
Zayn Malik but he’s a serval… is this anything
Louis Tomlinson but he’s a kiwi and he’s fast is this anything
(via iamasphodelknox)
“You make me wish I could disappear”
I have this stuck in my head. This one line.
It’s starting to give me ED vibes.
With you meaning an ED and that feeling of wanting to be smaller. And once you reach a certain weight than you are still not satisfied and go even further.
Just a thought that I had this morning while walking with my doggo. Idk if that is what he means. I doubt that but it just takes my back to my ED - days. That’s all.
Absolutely true. Again, thank you for bringing this up.
Starvation is sacred and I scratch my bones against the windows at night. I light candles and feel myself evaporate.
This body is a little church, a little temple. You can’t see me now because I’ve gone inside. My family doesn’t call anymore. My friends don’t call anymore. You can’t hurt me anymore. They can’t hurt me anymore. Only I can.
And that’s okay. I don’t need them anymore. I can live off of me. I speak to me. I dance with me. I eat me.
When they find me, I’ll have a little smile on my face and they’ll wrap me in a white cloth and lay me in the ground and say they don’t understand. But I do. I don’t hurt anymore. I’m not lonely anymore. I’m not sad I’m not pretty anymore. I made it through.
I feel so holy and clean when I stretch out on the floor and sing. Sometimes god comes in for a minute and says I’m doing fine I’m almost there. Every day I get a little closer to vanishing.
Nicole Blackman is the only poet/lyricist I’ve ever found that writes about disordered eating in a validating way. She is the GOAT.