Beauty of chaos over the ugliness of Perfection

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 Hello lovely. You of all people deserve all the love in the world, and nothing, but the best and before you dare let yourself think otherwise, just hear me out. You're smart, brave, kind, generous, beautiful, kind, caring, honest, trustworthy, funny, witty, & my personal favorite thing about you is how you are so able to support others despite your own struggles. You have such a strong sense of character & I just know you have great things headed your way. Have a great night. anonymous-lamb <3 
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       Anonymous

Thank you so much sweetie. I keep every message you send me and I appreciate them all so much. Thank you

Right now I would love to get as drunk as I possibly can then take every harmful pill in a 5 mile radius. I’m so done with life. Just let me die.

 Over what? 
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       Anonymous

Stuff that happened with me and my best friend.



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 Dear every manufacturer of women’s clothing, ever: 
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my-girl-binx:

bythehammerofthor94:

deadjohn:

bassoonerthebetter:

lord-kitschener:

gothiccharmschool:

Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets. 

No love, 

Jilli

And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.

You know what’s attractive?

Not this:

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EVERYONE REBLOG THIS

On average, men’s pants have about 6 inch deep pockets.

IT’S 2013 AND WE STILL DON’T HAVE PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY

PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY!!!

THEY MAKE SMALL POCKETS SO THEY CAN SELL YOU BAGS AND PURSES!!

(via blade-and-blood)

n0thingleftinside: I’ve been looking at this picture for a while now, and thinking about it even longer. I hadn’t even brushed my hair, just ran my fingers through it, and this fell out. I feel like I should say something deep and poetic about my eating disorder but I just cant. I’m angry, sad, disappointed and just upset by this. My hair used to be the most important thing to me, now my hair falls out in matted clumps. I hate this. I hate letting my eating disorder control my life. I hate how my need to be thin outweighs everything else to me. I hate how I can’t stop. I hate all of this. So to anyone who promotes anorexia, bulimia, or any type of eating disorder, you need to stop. I know first hand the effects of an eating disorder. They won’t make you ‘pretty’ or ‘confident’. They won’t help you make friends. It controls you. It takes everything you love away from you. It makes you too afraid to leave your house from fear of judgment. It makes you hate every inch of your body. It steals your heath, your mind, your friends and your family. My disorder has taken my life away from me. My life revolves around numbers. Calories, the number on the scale, how long it’s been since I’ve eaten, the size of my clothes, measurements or the amount of food I’ll eat. It goes on and on. I can’t count the amount of times I found myself bending over a toilet with my fingers down my throat, covered in puke, just because I ate too many calories. Or the times I over-exercised as an attempt to counteract the calories. I have passed out from exhaustion from working out for over 5 hours with no break, and after I got back up and did it all over again because I can not allow myself to gain weight. I even get dissociation, nausea, and dizziness because I haven’t eaten. People who suffer from eating disorders tend to bruise very easily and feel the cold far more than anyone else. Both of these symptoms I have, even though I am not underweight. I look in the mirror and hate what I see. I step on the scale and cry. I cut my body to shreds because I hate it. I hate myself and I feel fat, pathetic, disgusting, vile, repulsive, weak, and like a failure. I have even considered suicide after eating 1400 calories.My life is consumed by this disorder, my personality diminished, my relationships strained, and my motivation to do anything is gone. I sometimes find it hard to even get out of bed because I feel so unmotivated. I am terribly depressed, I loathe myself entirely and I feel totally hopeless about the future. I am far too terrified of gaining weight and far too obsessed with losing it. And the saddest part of all of this, is I’m willing to sacrifice my hair if it means losing weight. So think again before your promote eating disorders. There’s a reason people say they suffer with one.