rotted roots
I feel heavy,
Really heavy.
Im not sure what pushed
Me over the edge this time.
Maybe beccasue my
Pots is getting bad
Or thay my hair is
Falling out and
My bones are showing
Again.
Maybe it's my urges
To relapse growing
Stronger and stronger
As each day passes me by.
Maybe it’s because i’m
Not sleeping right,
Pushing myself to the
Point to exhaustion,
But this is where i thrive.
There is so much comfort in the
Thought of getting bad again.
Its a familiar feeling,
Like an old friend
Making their way
Back to you.
It’s too easy,
And that’s what makes it fun,
I see how far i can go
Until i can’t go on any longer.
Of course i would pefer to be better,
But if that’s not going to happen
Then I want to
take myself down my way.
Going back to
My rotted,
dried out roots.
Rotted roots
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My boyfriend just asked me to try and explain what it’s like having an ED to him…
How do you tell someone that the only thing you think about is being thin. How do I tell him that every time he looks at me I want to crawl out of my skin because I feel so disgusting. How do you explain to someone that you love them with all your heart but cannot love yourself until you can see every bone in your body. How do I tell him that every time he touches me it makes me want to vomit. How do you explain that every inch of your brain is thinking about food, calories, losing weight etc all day long. How would he react if I told him I starved for days so I could be beautiful for him. How could he possibly understand what it’s like to look in the mirror and hate every part of your body. How could I possibly explain what it’s like having a voice in my head constantly repeating that I am fat and any form of comment anyone has ever made on my body. How do I tell him that I don’t care if it kills me I just want to be skinny…
Idk how so all I said was “it’s okay, I’ll be safe about it. Don’t worry about me”
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It’s getting so bad again for where all I wanna do is hurt myself so badly.
Will I ever be normal?
Will I ever get rid of these thoughts?
Will it ever stop?
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I'm getting dark again
I'm not sleeping
I'm sitting in the bathroom
I'm isolating
I'm not eating
I'm shriveling
I'm not going anywhere
I'm not doing anything
I'm getting dark again...
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How I recognize it's getting bad again? I have restless legs in bed at night, I can't find the right position to lay down and my chest feels like it is going to implodate.
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it’s back to how it was
i’ve closed back up,
tightened the laces straightened the tongue
shut the door and turned the lock—
no one knows
the sad truths of my life
instead i wrap it up and ingest it,
swallow the bad and exhale a “i’ve been good”,
no one can know
how bad it all is
because then maybe they’ll see a warning,
a sign for help i never held
an alarm i don’t wish to sound,
because if they knew how the world
is crushing me into oblivion under its weight
they would project themselves
and attempt to stop the inevitable
even though it is them
that put the pendulum into motion,
it is them that hit a domino
when they turned their back on me—
and i don’t desire their selfish pity
when it is them
thinking me atlas, gifted me the burden
of the world on my shoulders alone,
ignoring the crack of my knees giving out.
so instead i keep everything in
i don’t tell a soul the way mine is in shreds,
i don’t allow a free showing to my demise
instead i will grow quiet
become a “haven’t heard that name in awhile”,
they say over mimosas
as i blend with the dust beneath
and silently get crushed to dirt
underneath a world
they’ll swear i ever had a choice in.
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East Asian fanartists are starting to migrate back to Tumblr because Twitter is insane, toxic, and dying, and what we're NOT going to do is let the fucking exclusionists get them, do you hear me? We are not going to let a bunch of feral idiots try to apply the most myopic version of puritanism to foreign artists we're not we're not we're not. Form an armed brigade if you have to, do you hear me. We're not going to bully the artists who may or may not even speak English because we have our precious standards of moral purity. If we see art that makes us uncomfy we're going to block the artist and tumblr savior their name so we don't have to see them again AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON.
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