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1. When you cut yourself, clean and bandage it.

2. Do not start smoking cigarettes because the boy who broke your heart does.

3. When you want to kill yourself, don’t.

4. Cutting calories doesn’t do anything but make you unhappy.

5. If the number on the scale rises, throw it out.

6. The first girl you ever “date” is going to call the police on you even though she lives three thousand miles away, because you’re going to tell her that you’re not in a good mental state shortly after you’ve “broken up”.

7. When you want to kill yourself, don’t.

8. Break up with the boy who says, “You had a sexy phase!” when you tell him that you’ve dated a girl before.

9. Dating your friends is not always the best idea, but you can still be friends after you’ve broken up with her.

10. Your mother will try to become your best friend because you’re leaving for college soon. Let her.

11. When you want to kill yourself, don’t.

12. Your closest friend will stop talking to you when you leave for college.

13. It’s okay to cry.

14. When you want to kill yourself, don’t.

15. When you cut yourself again, clean and bandage it. Do not be ashamed.

16. Your anxiety is going to try and control your entire life. Tell it to shut the hell up, because you’re trying to live and that task is hard enough as it is.

17. The past has a funny way of coming back in the form of you developing a crush on another friend.

18. Try not to hate yourself for breaking up with your boyfriend.

19. If you’re still smoking, apologize silently to your mother.

20. When you want to kill yourself, don’t.

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you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke

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this video is amazing and no one can tell me otherwise

looks like someone got creative

rebloged a minute in

I don’t even want to think about how time consuming that must have been

holy crap

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eveningfades:



The beauty of Eating Disorders.
I have been bulimic now for about 7 years, and this disease is killing me from the inside and on the outside. I’ve purged up blood before, but never as much as I experienced today. The amount of blood actually shocked me. I have almost no hair left, and the hair which I still have has thinned out. My teeth are all rotten. I can’t drink cold drinks. I can’t drink hot drinks. I can’t eat hard, crunchy things. My jaw will be getting surgery soon. My stomach hurts every time I attempt to keep food down. And not to mention my digestive system is completely fucked. 
So you want perfection? You want all the boys to want you? You want to be beautiful? You’re not going to get that. This is what you’ll get. You’re further and further away from perfection each second. No boy wants you because you always smell like puke, blood, and you actually fear even being close to anyone. You become worthless.Beautiful? No. You become an ugly, horrible monster. Scars, bruises. You can’t go on dates. Refuse to go out with friends. You isolate yourself from everything and everyone. Still not convinced? Do you still want this?I’m giving mine out for free. 


I need to reblog this. I need my followers to stop and read this. And I will never not reblog this. You do not need to do this to yourself. I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want you to die. You are beautiful. Purging is never the answer.

showmyspine:

The beauty of Eating Disorders.

I have been bulimic now for about 7 years, and this disease is killing me from the inside and on the outside. I’ve purged up blood before, but never as much as I experienced today. The amount of blood actually shocked me. I have almost no hair left, and the hair which I still have has thinned out. My teeth are all rotten. I can’t drink cold drinks. I can’t drink hot drinks. I can’t eat hard, crunchy things. My jaw will be getting surgery soon. My stomach hurts every time I attempt to keep food down. And not to mention my digestive system is completely fucked. 

So you want perfection? You want all the boys to want you? You want to be beautiful? 

You’re not going to get that. This is what you’ll get.
You’re further and further away from perfection each second.
No boy wants you because you always smell like puke, blood, and you actually fear even being close to anyone. You become worthless.
Beautiful? No. You become an ugly, horrible monster. Scars, bruises. You can’t go on dates. Refuse to go out with friends. You isolate yourself from everything and everyone.

Still not convinced? Do you still want this?
I’m giving mine out for free. 

I need to reblog this. I need my followers to stop and read this. And I will never not reblog this. You do not need to do this to yourself. I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want you to die. You are beautiful. Purging is never the answer.

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Me when I first joined Tumblr: Oh, I already reblogged this. That's too bad.

Me now: I reblogged this every day for the last three weeks and I'mma do it again. I don't give a fuck.