Everyday I say I’m going to get better. And everyday I get a little worse.
just the girly things
- forcing an earing through a closed piercing
- taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin
- human sacrifice
- homemade face masks
you ever wanna take a pic
but like the camera like “damn shawty not today”
In all my years of wanting to disappear I’ve never wanted it so badly as I do right now.
Sometimes I drink too much vodka or eat 3 servings of macaroni and cheese in one sitting, but by far the most unhealthy habit I have is comparing myself to others.
This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read on tumblr