because just when you think
that the storm has passed,
there’s that one little raindrop can
trigger a hurricane that
leaves a disaster zone in it’s wake.
he called me fat, and now all I can think of are calories, thigh gaps, and how to avoid eating every meal.
a.a.a. (via affairedecoeur)
I wish there was something about me that was addictive. Something that made me hard to forget or hard to move on from. I hate it when people find it easy to dismiss me for someone else in days. It really takes no effort at all to push me out of the picture when I’m just a side factor.
kids with broken legs dont have to do PE but kids with social anxiety still have to do public speaking, isnt there a problem there