"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry."

Marya Hornbacher, “Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia” (via xu-an)

(via egotistical-sadness)

ohawkguy:

someday i want someone to look at me the same way mark ruffalo looks at paul rudd

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(via bestwavves)

"Our last goodbye was never said."

  • *looking at my legs*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my stomach*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my arms*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my face*: Oh my god why
  • *trying to exercise*: Oh my god why
  • *eating shitty food*: Oh my god why
  • *weighing myself*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my life*: Oh my god why
  • looking at my music taste: cool man