Ramblings of a teenage weirdo

Estelle. 17. Pansexual. Suffering from: depression, anorexia/EDNOS, social anxiety, self harm etc. CW: 135 GW: 95 UGW: 85

I’m a shit girlfriend. I really am. I don’t deserve him. Not by a long shot. Fucks sake. Why do I do this? Jesus Christ. I’m so messed up

Cheers to @crxshlxnd_ for the wonderful evening round her house. She’s amazing everybody. Seriously. #selfie #gpoy #myface #nightout #wheee #drunk #fuckit #tootiredforthisshit

Cheers to @crxshlxnd_ for the wonderful evening round her house. She’s amazing everybody. Seriously. #selfie #gpoy #myface #nightout #wheee #drunk #fuckit #tootiredforthisshit

Note to self: don’t try to stand on the bed when drunk. It won’t end well.

blazeberg:

I think I might be the saddest happy person and the meanest nice person to ever exist

(via sexualghoul)

thinspobeautiful:

"You’re not fat."
But my thighs touch.
And my stomach goes over my belt.
And bracelets leave marks.
And shorts squeeze my legs.
And my shirt is tight around my stomach.
My sleeves suffocate my arms.
You can’t see my collarbones.
I don’t have abs.
My bones don’t stick out.
I am fat. Everything I am is fat.
Fat.

(via wishingforperfectionwithana)

Oh great it’s going to be one of those days

The sort of days where I don’t want anything to do with anyone.

Where I just want to wallow in self pity for the entire day.

Where as much as I would like to talk to people, I physically cannot bring myself to do so.

I hate these days but they come about far too often for my liking.

kafkai:

dilated:

I automatically assume everyone finds me unattractive until they tell me otherwise.

And then i assume that they are lying to make fun of me

(via areyoutryingtodeduceme)