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[luvghostie]

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃.ೃ࿐

GN Reader

TW: ED topic, language, and semi gore

Art normally rummages through the trash for food. living off rats, human meat, and leftovers from restaurants was idle for him. However, all that changed when he met you.

When the two of you began to go out Instead of trash food, he decided to do the next best thing. Stealing things from stores. This way he could seem more humble… And so you wouldn’t catch a disease.

That’s when Art noticed small things you did around food. It would confuse him at first but, after a while, he’d pick up on what was happening.

Expect things like cuddling, notes, and small snacks with drawings on the side. He wants to show his support for you but can’t verbally.

If you decide not to eat he won’t either.

“Art, you gotta eat something. Just because I don’t doesn’t mean you have to as well.” you’d say. He’ll just shrug his shoulders making a, “I don’t know what you’re talking” face. He wouldn’t force you to eat, however, if it was necessary he 100% would.

No doubt he’d binge eat with you as well

If he catches you wandering off to the bathroom he’ll stop you. Guiding you back to sit and rather throw up, talk about your feelings.

Not to mention, if anyone made fun of you for having an ED he’ll stab a bitch<3

All in all, Art would be very sweet about it and would make sure you didn’t starve yourself or eat too much. Give him time to understand and he’ll be there 24/7.

[goldenpoet1]

It's life that's words to hide behind. Or things happen, it's okay, it's fine or it is what it is. We know that it's not. It's okay to say that I'm not okay. The problem is we don't open up and say IM NOT OKAY . Yes, it's a risky thing, but life's a risk, birth, raising children, dreams, goals, working, going outside, and even love is RISKY. We hide, throwing the only part of us that can one day save our lives or even make us laugh and smile when it's hard to. Our happiness is the half that lets us believe that living is worth living. storm comes whipping every ounce of hope you had left to move forward, tragedy strikes like lighting, leaving you paralyzed and afraid. Unable to move with scares that seem unable to heal. Resiliency isn't easy, but the first step is acknowledgment of one self.

[christiancurrywritten]

Some nights hurt more than others

Some nights I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try

No matter how tightly I shut my eyes

I find myself literally begging Jesus for his help

He’ll get back to me

Eventually…

In the meantime I’m left twisting and turning

Fluffing the pillow

Just waiting…

Waiting for that incredible sense of peace

That peace that will come to engulf me completely

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But I’m thinking of you tonight

Wondering if everything is ok…

If you and your family are doing alright

It makes my chest feel heavy and my mind wonder

Wonder to the darkest corner of my thoughts

It’s scary here honestly

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Jesus, please hurry

The anxiety is overwhelming

I swear it sometimes feels like I’m dying

Like I’m slipping away ever so slowly

I can’t breathe

Don’t let the wave of fear take over me

Please Daddy, don’t let the monster get me

I believe

I believe you don’t want this for me

This sense of suffering

But thank you for always watching over me

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Now it’s so late yet so early

My eyes are stinging

Do you ever just feel like crying?

Something tells me it’s time…

Time to let the thought of you go

Why does it have to hurt so much though?

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God I know you’re here and I know it’s time

Time to rest

To close my eyes

The dark place is passing

Finally

Thank you

Thanks for always rescuing me when I feel I’m drowning

My chest feels a bit lighter now

Tears are finally gently falling; it’s kind of freeing

This pain

This pain is actually quite a beautiful feeling

Humbling…

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You…

You came with a heavy price

And I’ve paid it

I still pay it on nights like tonight

It’s time for me to let you go

A spectacular place where dreams live is calling

Let me answer?

…Please?

Jesus is here with me now…

So It’s all going to be okay

Don’t worry

Maybe we’ll meet another time in the sweetest of dreams

Or maybe just in my favorite memories…

With all my love and sorrow,

Me

[whyybesocial]

people should know about us.

girls who write their pain on their bodies.

- girl in pieces,

kathleen glasgow

[babytamago]

Dealing with weight gain and self acceptance

Weight gain is a sensitive topic for me. For the last 3 months I have been gaining weight after restrictive eating for a long time. I have been struggling with this new-found food freedom, hence developing BED. I have isolated myself and gone through extreme lows. I’ve tried fasting to get back to my old weight, then end up back at square one. 

But I’m finally ready to share what I've learnt in hopes of helping:

It’s ok, weight fluctuates: As I grow older and change, my body changes with me, and even things around me are constantly changing. I have to accept the change and realise that I cannot control everything. I cannot count every calorie and wonder if I’m staying within my limit. It’s not a nice way to live life in constant fear and worry.

Making peace with my body: I’m tired of hating my body. Even at my lowest weight, I didn’t like my body. My maintained weight throughout the most of the last year was 42kgs. At that weight I was still not happy nor confident. I didn’t fit in any clothes and I really wanted some curves. I hated my body but I loved being skinny and having that ‘control’. Through my weight gain, I started being even more hateful towards my body, until I realised that I am ungrateful, and no matter at what weight I am, I will find and fixate on the things I don’t like. I am finally making peace with my body and thanking it for all that it’s got me through. I love my new cute curves. I love my fuller cheeks. My body has changed and I am beautiful regardless of ever-changing beauty standards.

[actuallyaj]

Having autism can be very difficult when your life gets stressful, relationships are hard to navigate, Healthcare and mental heal care is scarce, and sensory overload happens a lot more frequently when you're already struggling.

[morai-io]

im proud of you too <3 (*´▽`*)

[juno-swiftie]

My heart goes out to those that:

Feel lonely on christmas or

are grieving on christmas.

Those that cut their contact with their family.

To those that are spending christmas in the hospital.

The ones that are fighting with their mental health.

To those that volunteer on Christmas.

The ones that have traumatic memories about christmas.

And those that actually need the love now.

Sending you all my love!

♥

[clouds-regression]

health hasnt been great recently, sorry for not posting. i love you, you're important, stay safe. i'm so grateful for everyone who shows support to my content. please, please take care of yourself, if you notice anything abnormal, see a doctor before its too late. i love you and appreciate you all.

[reionmars]

Lately, I’ve been feeling lost. My emotions are beginning to feel raw and explosive. It continues as if I cannot identify why I’m feeling this way in the first place. I seek shelter in my blankets, then I feel guilty for being too comfortable in my sulk. It’s a never-ending loop of uncertainty. When will I reach the light at the end of the tunnel?

[midnight-sally]

Vanessa Enoteca, Black Clover, Season 2, Episode 58: Battlefield Decision (10:52-10:57)

[luvghostie]

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐒/𝐎.ೃ࿐

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 + 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚

𝙂𝙉 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Art doesn’t really care about body size. Skinny, chubby, curvy, it’s all the same to him and he sees no wrong with it.

When you two got together it was nice seeing how confident you were. You’d always power through struggles and crude remarks. Granted, art will no doubt kill someone if they make fun of you.

When you two are alone he’ll always try to help you no matter what. You are his lover and he cares very much about you and your wellbeing.

Art attempts to cook for you but if he fails he’ll just steal food from a near restaurant. However, he always asks what you want before doing so.

Art: *slides a paper to you with, “what would you like to eat pumpkin?” on it*

Him not talking isn’t a problem in the relationship. You just encourage him to use a notepad to write down things and give it to you. So far, he’s done a wonderful job but he has a hard time with some words.

You two will watch movies, play games, and cuddle nonstop. If you’re feeling bad and don’t want him to leave one day, he’ll put his garbage bag down and come back to your side in no time.

Art might be confined in you to teach him a couple of confidence tips. He gets many rude remarks daily just by his appearance. Do they hurt? No, but it’s still something he doesn’t want to hear.

He loves you a lot, no matter what your body size is. He’ll do anything he can to show you that. Gifts, murder, cuddles? Art will do it just for you and to see that beautiful smile on your face.

[niruhh]

[whyybesocial]

go be absolutely, positively, fucking angelic

- girl in pieces,

kathleen glasgow

[touchofthegreenfairy]

I live a pretty lonely life. It might be a terrible way to start any post, a terrible way to introduce myself. I hate to go out, I hate parties and being around crowds. I feel like the older I get the more jaded and cynical, I'm revolted by kissing 40 like it's an absolute steaming pile of garbage. I've got to this point where I'm asking myself what the fuck have I done with my life, the answer is nothing and now here I am an old, fat, lonely loser with very little to offer the world or even a single person at that.

It's not about being depressed, I am, chronically so, but that's not really what this is about. I actually don't know what this is about, much like I don't know what anything in my life is about. I suppose because it's close to Christmas, my heart is filled with melancholy and frustration.

I'm the kind of person that people forget, the kind of person that becomes a faint memory, than nothing. What little family I have, forget I exist then will proceed to talk to be about the lunches and dinners they've had with other family members, they'll ask me how I am and if I say not good, they'll say that's good, completely negating what I said.

I have Chronic illnesses that make it impossible to work at all and I'm a full time carer for someone with a disability. I had to give up something I loved, gaming, so I could afford to get Christmas presents for others. I'm just really tired of my life.

I wish more than anything I had parents. Ones that weren't abusive and neglectful, ones that didn't abandon and were there when I was sexually abused at 12 years old.

I didn't really expect to write any of this to be honest, perhaps shed some kind of light on what this time of the year can do to people and sometimes what certain people feel. Perhaps it's really a broken heart I don't honestly know.

I suppose if this time of the year is painful for other people, just know you aren't alone.