My room was painted pink back then. Miss it.

My room was painted pink back then. Miss it.

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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell.

 — Sylvia Plath  (via very-thin)

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me: wow could my thighs get any bigger *sits down*
me: apparently yes
g-a-u-n-t-l-y: im almost in tears because this is such a familiar sight ugh fuck

g-a-u-n-t-l-y:

im almost in tears because this is such a familiar sight ugh fuck

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paranoia: They're laughing at you, all of them. They think you look weird. They think you look awful, like shit. They're laughing at you because you're ugly. They pity you. They're glad they are nothing like you at all, you freak.

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