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Please send me submissions!!!

Hey, everyone! I know I’m gonna get hate for this, but can all you pro-ana’s and fitspo blogs submit your favorite thinspo to me?? I’m working on a website and I’m trying to collect various inspirations so that others can view them too!! I’ll post the link once I have everything in order :)

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If this gets 100,000 notes my older brother will name his kid Hermione

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You don’t understand;

My brother and his wife are both dentists. They just found out the sex of their baby is a girl.

I’m trying to convince them to name the baby Hermione.

My brother said if I get 100,000 notes he’ll make it her middle name.

Help me have the coolest niece EVER

If this doesn’t happen I will be thoroughly displeased.

(via youmake-life-worth-living)

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I hate nightmares. So. Fucking. Much. Oh yeah, TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE (SEXUAL, PHYSICAL, MENTAL), INSANITY, EATING DISORDERS. Alright, now I’ll continue. Anyways, my dream started out a little odd, like most dreams do. I was in a house that looked like a cross between all the houses I’ve ever been in. Curling around the sude, however, was this odd metal jungle gym, kinda rickety and old. There were houses all around that were old and brick walled. Anyways, the dream moved forward and showed me this area to the left of the hiuse, where, well, /I/ was sitting. Well, that’s strange, I’m looking at myself. Anyways, I look normal, I’m smiling, doing something on a laptop, speaking to whomever I am seeing this dream through. Randomly, the topic of my ex comes up and I get upset and angry.

Now, for those who done know, my ex sexually and mentally abusedme, which still haunts me. Anyways.

Now, I start acting a little od dc, tearing my hair our and pacing back at forth to the point where my lense (who I have now figured out to be my current boyfriend) backs away to go and get help. He goes and d r Ives to get my mom, just as a truck pulled up to deliver something. He ignores it, gets help and he rushes home with my parents. The packages were actually rather important. By the time he got back, I had built another structure, kinda like a domed climbing thing with a lighthouse on top. Now, my parents and my boyfriend (still acting as my lense) climb around the house and see me on top of the new structure, my back turned. Zach (my boyfriend) calls my name and asks me to come down. Now, from the back, I look like my ideal figure, slim, toned, not skeletal but not pudgy. However, when Zach calls my name, I turned. That’s when the nightmare started. The front of me was basically bones, how I know I would look if my anorexia came back strong, and my features were melting sideways off my face. I looked like something out of a horror movie, especially once I started moving. I scampered, but not in a cute hamster way, in a creepy, slender man way. The next thing I saw before I forced myself awake was me on the ground inside the dome, squirming and screaming about everything and anything. I then woke up with my heart racing faster than after I’ve gone on a run.

Here’s the interesting part: I realized that this dream was trying to show me how my boyfriend feels whenever I have a mental breakdown. I was scared that me in the dream would kill herself or someone else. Now I’m awake at two am, wondering how my boyfriend puts up with me.

Anyways, thanks for reading :)

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