Eight days a week.

- “How did we manage to stay together for 65 years?”

- “We were born in a time where if something was broken, we would fix it, not throw it away and get a new one.”

abrianachristina:

I doubt this is real. But could you imagine how amazing it would be…

abrianachristina:

I doubt this is real. But could you imagine how amazing it would be…

:)

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Wanna know why you’re hurting?

staypozitive:

  • you’re being attached to someone who’s being distant towards you.
  • you’re paying attention to someone who ignores you.
  • you’re making time for someone who’s too busy for you.
  • you’re too caring to someone who seems careless towards you.
  • you keep waiting on someone who keeps stalling on you.

thinb0nes:

This is the reality of my eating disorder. I didn’t end up beautiful and excited to run around in frilly bikinis and model on the runway. I ended up like this. Broken, and disgusting. My skin doesn’t glow, my joints don’t move easily and I have lanugo all over my skin. My body is covered in scars and bruises, and no one will stay by my side, because I’m disturbing and fucking messed up. My bones break easily, my teeth are yellow, my face looks tired, my skin is blotchy, and my hair falls out in clumps like this every morning when I brush it. They won’t hold your hand, they’ll send you to the hospital for doctors to analyze you while you pretend to feel better so you can get out of the prison. In short, the real prison is my mind, and it’s ruined my life and body.

thinb0nes:

This is the reality of my eating disorder. I didn’t end up beautiful and excited to run around in frilly bikinis and model on the runway. I ended up like this. Broken, and disgusting. My skin doesn’t glow, my joints don’t move easily and I have lanugo all over my skin. My body is covered in scars and bruises, and no one will stay by my side, because I’m disturbing and fucking messed up. My bones break easily, my teeth are yellow, my face looks tired, my skin is blotchy, and my hair falls out in clumps like this every morning when I brush it. They won’t hold your hand, they’ll send you to the hospital for doctors to analyze you while you pretend to feel better so you can get out of the prison. In short, the real prison is my mind, and it’s ruined my life and body.

(via abrianachristina)