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me: my head hurts :(

also me: sleep deprived, living of only nicotine and caffeine, slightly malnourished, homeless and depressed :)

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????? march ?????? again ??????

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do not put ur life on hold because of how u feel about ur body. don’t postpone trips or cute clothes because u want to wait until u are thin. life is happening right now. u r beautiful right now.

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shooting myself in the back of the head so my suicide looks suspicious and i waste everyones time

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you cannot b on tumblr and act shocked when you come across a train wreck of a person like this is the train wreck website what the fuck did you think you were gonna find lol mental stability haha that shit don’t exist around here bitch go back to twitter

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"pasta only fills you up with empty calories" have you considered that it also fills me with love

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During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.

Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.

I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.

When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.

So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.

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This image hurts my brain more than the original debate ever did. Brains are dumb.

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You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

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c-ptsd is literally such a funny name to me. yeah you got uh complex ptsd. compared to basic bitch ptsd.