Believe in yourself and be patient. Be as different as you want to be. You have every right to do that.

(Source: strangerinletoland, via jared-leto)

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My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.

(via strength-to-recover)

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my life.



Never get mad at someone with anxiety for apologizing a lot. It’s a coping mechanism and yelling only makes it worse. They don’t need tough love or anything like that. Reassurance that they are fine is the most important thing

Oh my god, please never do this. I apologize to the point of annoyance constantly and I’ve had full panic attacks when people ask me to stop.

(via restor-ed)

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Aw this is cute 💕



look at the one just sitting all proper on the couch


"this reminded me of you" is the cutest thing. like i dont care if its a song or a photo or a youtube video i will be excited

(via su-i-cid-e)

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This little guy needed a break mid-walk

I ruined it before you could.

-six word story  (via einhorny)

(Source: legalmoretz, via peace-and-strength)

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Positive self talk during weight restoration



(via mychemicalrecovering)

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When several people trigger you in one day



(via mychemicalrecovering)

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You will body check all the time. You will confirm that your thumb and middle finger still touch when you wrap them around your thigh, and when they cannot, you will feel ugly.
You will feel jealous of the people who are not going through recovery. You will scrutinise their goal weights and wonder how much lighter you would be if you hadn’t told someone. You will feel profoundly stupid.
You will go to weigh yourself and find that your parents have taken the scales away. You will estimate, then, using how far your stomach sticks out, and how many times your arms jiggle when you shake them.
You will begin to enjoy eating again. When you realise this, you will be overcome with a guilt so strong you will lie on the floor and cry for two hours. This will repeat at least once a week.
You will consider bulimia. You will stare into the toilet and stick two fingers down your throat and vomit nothing but your feelings up into the bowl. You will give up but never stop thinking about it.
You will absentmindedly touch your collarbones. When they begin to become less prominent, you will stare at yourself in the mirror and cry. Your parents think it is out of anger, but it is really out of grief.
You will recover, too, eventually. You will live. But first you have to die a hundred thousand times.




you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

That’s called anxiety.

That explains at least half of my life then

(via colourless---world)

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