Heart break is awful.
I want to believe it could be whole again, that I might have a chance at happiness one more time… but after the first time.. I’m still picking up the shattered pieces.. Collecting what’s left of who I used to be and working to create again, what could.not be salvaged.
Heart break is a sharp pain that never goes away, and never dulls.. not even after two years..
Heart break.. is an awful, terrible.. thing.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my face is pretty. Then I notice my dark circles, pudgy cheeks, big nose, buggy eyes, and I remember how ridiculously ugly I am. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my body is attractive. Then I notice my muffin top, love rolls, flabby arms, huge thighs, and I remember disgustingly fat I am. When people say I’m “beautiful”, I wonder what exactly they see in me that I can’t.
(Source: togetherwecouldbeinvincible)
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I am thinking about making a new blog.. It’d much easier than trying to go through and delete everything on this one.
If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of your’s, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of selfharm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or you’ve actually tried it, reblog this, please. I’m going to send you a message.
(Source: too-much-crack)
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5 months ago
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