I guess today is just one of those days…
One of those days where you wish you didn’t care, where you wish your feelings and emotions just turned off, where you could just sit in your room and not think.
Too bad I can’t. :l
Hey darling! Yes, you! Stop scrolling. I want to say I love you. You’re my follower, and I love you! I don’t know why you follow me, I might not even know your name, but I do know one thing. You’re beautiful and I love you. I will always be here for you, remember that. Now smile. You may now get back to your scrolling.
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One of the hardest things I could ever explain to my friends is why I self-harm and why I am suffering from anorexia…
They can try all they want, but they just can’t understand…
I wish they could more than anything in the world… I’m tired of feeling alone and isolated from them.
I just realized how impatient I am…
When a picture on facebook doesn’t get likes in the first 10 seconds:
“I’m ugly!”
When tumblr doesn’t load:
Waiting behind a person buying 100 things when you only have to buy one:
When some one doesn’t reply to my chat or text in under 5 minutes:
When i exceed my ask limit for the hour:
When some one doesn’t understand what I am trying to tell them:
When people who came to the restaurant after me get their food before me:
Originally from The Greatist
Sometimes I find myself cheating out my workout when it comes to the end, so when I saw this article, I knew I had to share it with you! So check out this list of 23 Ways To Push Through A Tough Workout:
1. Who’s really getting cheated?
Sure, no one else would know about skipping out on the last Chatarunga. But only one person loses in that situation (hint: it’s not the super-ripped chick sweating it out on the next mat).
2. Change pace.
Circuit training, a killer combination of cardio and strength training, can help break the monotony of a long workout. Run five minutes, then drop and do some push-ups. Wash, rinse, repeat.
3. Picture this.
Visualize cheering fans or crossing the finish line to bang out one more set or lap. Or just go mental: Imagine this workout is the equivalent of the Olympic trials (no big deal).
4. Grab a pal.
Work out with a fit pal who will hold you to a higher standard. Stuck going solo today? Imagine they’re still there. After all, who wants to wuss out in front of an audience?
5. Break it down.
Set mini-goals when the going gets tough. This isn’t a three-mile run— just six measly half-mile runs.
6. Savor the pain.
“Pain is weakness leaving the body,” the saying goes. Pain is also proof that this workout is tough. Clearly you’re doing something right, so why stop now? (Just know when pain is signaling something more serious.)
7. Compete.
Whether comparing against the dude on the next treadmill over or your own time last training session, competition ups the ante and helps us forget about wanting to quit.
8. Remember the end.
That post-workout high? Yeah, almost there. The struggle of that final set won’t last— and when the workout’s over, it’ll be replaced by a much better feeling: pride.
Read the rest at The Greatist!
“ When you first start recovery there’s A LOT to deal with – every second of every day – battling negative thoughts, spiraling emotions, wanting to give up and go back to the disorder, fighting your body as it changes, fear, anxiety, sleeplessness, discomfort, doubt… Recovery can feel like falling apart. There are lots of slips and setbacks, but each one teaches you something about yourself, your triggers, and new strategies for the future. You come to realise that even if a book or therapist tells you “X,Y,Z will help you stop a binge” you must figure out if that’s true for you. Each small setback has tremendous value when you keep the bigger picture in mind … Over time, the victories will pile on top of each other, like bricks – and you’ll have built a new foundation of how you view yourself, food, and the world at large
I’m making a “They Care” page but, I don’t want to put people on it who don’t actually care. I don’t want to put my followers into someones hands who doesn’t really want to help or won’t really help. Only reblog if you are serious about helping them. Don’t just reblog to reblog.
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING. read this. I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
reblogging this won’t help anyone you do realize that, if someone is getting ‘hate’ send a lovely message to the victim or tell them to turn their ask off.Simple.
Omfg this^
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awesome.
I’m going to repeatedly reblog this.
So much hope.
This gave me chills.
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Please read: Due to a high amount of unused blogs on Tumblr, we are deleting every blog that does not reblog this by January first. People have been asking for taken URL’s and this is what we are doing.
lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons:
lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons.
DAMMIT, STAFF.
Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.
well, id hate to be the person that didnt see this.
uhg fml. not taking any risks. SORRY FOLLOWERS!
yeah ^^ sorry followers. not taking any chances. tumblr=my life..
((At first I was just like. Ya what ever. Then I looked at the fucking source!))
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“Hospital was the most horrific experience I have ever endured. Those people, the smells, the bitter, endless loneliness, the restrictions, the pain, tests, prodding and poking- medical students coming in and gawking at you like some fucking lab rat. Standing a metre away from you and discussing you, your existence and your most intimate, personal details as “The patient…”, “She…”, “The subject…” Not a person. Just another chapter in a textbook. Another page to study, and then at the end of the day, another book to close, as they all went home and left me- this “patient”, this inhuman thing to rot and fester in that single bedroom, with them watching me eat, watching me bathe, use the toilet- restricting me to even set one foot on the floor without supervision.
Maybe someone reading this might see what it really feels like to be here and benefit from it… that Anorexia Nervosa isn’t Nicole Richie running along a fucking beach in a pair of saggy bathers… it isn’t fame and fortune, popularity… it isn’t cool or fun or a matter of simply skipping a few meals… it is an all-consuming, black void… an unwaking nightmare… a suffocating, spiralling, endless cycle of bitter loneliness, agony and self-loathing. […]And it kills you. Inside. Outside. All-through.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln3l6dC6TE1qg4z24o1_500.jpg)
“Hospital was the most horrific experience I have ever endured. Those people, the smells, the bitter, endless loneliness, the restrictions, the pain, tests, prodding and poking- medical students coming in and gawking at you like some fucking lab rat. Standing a metre away from you and discussing you, your existence and your most intimate, personal details as “The patient…”, “She…”, “The subject…” Not a person. Just another chapter in a textbook. Another page to study, and then at the end of the day, another book to close, as they all went home and left me- this “patient”, this inhuman thing to rot and fester in that single bedroom, with them watching me eat, watching me bathe, use the toilet- restricting me to even set one foot on the floor without supervision.
Maybe someone reading this might see what it really feels like to be here and benefit from it… that Anorexia Nervosa isn’t Nicole Richie running along a fucking beach in a pair of saggy bathers… it isn’t fame and fortune, popularity… it isn’t cool or fun or a matter of simply skipping a few meals… it is an all-consuming, black void… an unwaking nightmare… a suffocating, spiralling, endless cycle of bitter loneliness, agony and self-loathing. […]
And it kills you. Inside. Outside. All-through.”
