i need to remember that being “good” at my eating disorder is being good at deprivation, isolation, and self hatred. is that really what i want to excel at? (no)

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what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks

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there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me

it’s called the throne

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