May 2012
Lol, I'm following 69 blogs... C:
I’m so immature sometimes. xD
Life is like a piano
yuku-flan:
The white keys represent happiness and the black keys represent sadness. But as you go through life, remember that the black keys make music too.
Jesus' wrists bled so yours don't have to.
screaming-praises:
“But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.”
(Isaiah 53:5)
I know. My mentor told me. Still….
Tea! C:
we-are-free-to-struggle asked: I'm pro-life. I believe everyone deserves a chance to live.
42989) The world began to eat away at me, so I...
April 2012
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I've lost a whole year.
And I’m not going to get it back.
I forget about last year, but I can’t if I want to move past.
I read Wintergirls to overcome the fear,
but if I don’t have my only comfort, what will happen to me?
Yeah, I want to go back sometimes,
but I can’t, because those girls are gone now. I say I’m fine.
But those girls are gone, and I love them and miss them
and...
I don't think people realize how insecure I am.
36785) I've developed this habit. I'll catch...
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I'm honestly really scared of living completely...
What’s it like? I forget. It’s like having a fallback right now, I can always go back to it if I want. But will I ever be free? I don’t believe recovery exists because I haven’t felt it yet. But what if it does? What do I do then? I don’t know what to do with my life without an eating disorder. I’m scared.
Tumblr: Only a heartless person would scroll pa-
Me: *Scrolls past*
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So many dreams (such big ones too). So little life...
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I went on a random shopping trip today with my...
We looked at:
purity rings and pearl necklaces
book-shaped boxes
stationary
chests (like the furniture kind)
benches that open up and have storage
What does this mean?! I have no idea what’s going on lol.
It was fun though. C:
42941) You know you have a problem when you're...
I remember when the girls in inpatient and I did this. Now I can’t listen to those songs again.
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My mom caught me reblogging something about...
Mom: Is that yours?
Me: No, that was someone else's post.
Mom: No, but I mean is this you?
My brain: Yes, of course, why else would I reblog it?
Me: No.