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I wish I hated food actually

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clothes i can’t wait to wear when im shk1nny

-tight black long sleeve shirt

with leggings too?? what a combo

-bfs hoodies that will swallow me whole

-cropped shirts in general

-high waisted jeans that wont stay up

-any beach wear bro ANY

-small clothes big shoes 🤝

-cutesie pj sets

-things with lace to feel diviiiiine

none of this is giving fashion but it will def give shk1nny 🤝

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I NEED TO BE SOO SICK AND SKINNY!!

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Real tho

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today our guard randomly told me how skinny I got

i couldn't stop smiling on my way back home

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how I feel having a laxative after shoving down 19284837493387438 calories down my throat

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nothing better than browsing tumblr on an empty stomach.

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from my mom beating me up and telling I'm fat and that I need to stop eating to her begging me to eat

crazy how things change

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whatever core this is

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Romance is dead.

It’s a sentence said with such malice, something bitter and twisted; it carries the same pain that comes from choosing to sip from the poisoned chalice.

White roses tinted red with the blood of the romantics, who push this truth up a hill begging the mountain to be forgiving or kind, truthfully it’s all semantics.

Let’s forget we’re lonely just for a second, forget that you don’t love me, and pretend this isn’t an ocean of thick bitterness we’re attempting to swim in.

Romance is dead.

I see it in your eyes when you look at me as just another conquest, yet another prize.

I can’t remember the last time I felt myself get lost in a love song, that feeling that sweeps you off your feet and drowns you in the rose coloured visions of that certain someone.

Love isn’t a quest of convenience, or a tale of simple transactions. It’s heavy and all consuming like quicksand in action.

Romance is dead.

Maybe I think that because I’m lonely, or maybe this gaping hole where romance should be is starting to rot like a tree felled; the earth will claim it, as death has come to claim the love spoken only in soliloquies.

The roses at the funeral will be dripping red like the beating organ that is supposed to embody this lovely feeling. And, it will be quaint, few will mourn the idea that most only know fleetingly.

Because when romance died it came as a shock to no one; the greatest tragedies are almost always predictable, and love has always been all consuming, like Icarus selfishly soaring into the sun.

bury me with the romantics - t.k.o.

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I love touching my bones

I love the feeling of my dense bones under my fingers, I love touching my collarbones, my hipbones, my ribs, the bones of my wrists, any bones, I love my protruding bones.

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i feel like I'm in a little town and you guys are my neighbors and shit. whenever I stop to comment something I'm literally just waving and making conversation to the person that just passed my lawn

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꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡°•*♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

10 minute on the lips, 10 months on the hips <3

ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ♡ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

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When Mitski sang: “I am hungry. I have been hungry. I was born hungry. What do I need?”

I felt that…

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unpinning at gw 2*⁠.⁠✧ (60kg)

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Please Lord let me get worse 🎀

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me when I binge and call them "metabolism days" to make myself feel better😋😍

(I should be ⭐ving)