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I am having the worst time at school with my ED.
Since this place sucks and I have no friends I have no one to go eat with. I suppose I have a few people that I could make the jump to call friends but I don’t know them well enough to ask them to go with me and even if I did I would be too uncomfortable to eat anything anyway. 
Eating by myself is just out of the question. I look around and can’t figure out what to do with myself so I create an awkwardness all on my own and my stomach gets in such knots that I can’t eat anyway. 
Everyone says I should just bring food back to my room but what they don’t understand is that in my mind they are still seeing me with food and for some reason I just can’t handle that and walking all the way back to my room with food I just imagine that anyone who looks at me is thinking “gunna go lay in bed and stuff your face? You fat piece of shit. Do you have any dignity at all?”
I know that probably isn’t true but it feels like such a possibility when I’m actually doing it. 
So these past few days I have been shaking and almost fainting because the food I brought with me is almost gone and I feel terrible spending money on food when my parents are already paying a ton of money for my meal plan. 
I’m so stressed and I just want to go home.

disowns:

when you see a big spider on your desk 

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cakeandrevolution:

I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.

oceanashenue:

so today my ap art history teacher was teaching us about Hapshetsut the only female pharaoh and he was like “have you seen women they can pop out a baby and be like alright let’s go” and then he walked over to this guy and aimed his fist towards his balls and the guy flinched and held his crotch so he was like “men may be stronger but women are tougher” and then he said “so when someone tells you to grow a pair, they mean ovaries”

Gunna give up on my degree and become a burrito

Gunna give up on my degree and become a burrito

ufo-spooky:

onesmallflowerofeternity:

sarahpanic:

neworleansnightmare:

hatzigsut:

very chilling topic on twitter right now. 

i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.

i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.

then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.

the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.

it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.

wow this hits so close to home. i won’t be able to read this tag without sobbing.

this is so important.

Very important.

Realest

girlgrowingsmall:

Some bodies are built for “thigh gaps.” Most aren’t. And it has nothing to do with weight. All about bone structure, baby. Love yourself as you are.

girlgrowingsmall:

Some bodies are built for “thigh gaps.” Most aren’t. And it has nothing to do with weight. All about bone structure, baby. Love yourself as you are.

"College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”"

"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"

"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"

"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"

"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."

"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"

(via infelicific)