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Sometimes I find myself missing treatment - the safety it provided, the friends I made, the fun I had. I escaped my world and landed in a new one with no stress, no responsibilities, no obligations. My world was about me and my recovery, nothing else… But that wasn’t real life, this is. I must move on and march head first into the years that lie ahead. I am allowed to feel sorrow for the past, but I am not allowed to let it consume me.
Journal Entry - 9/1/14 (via the-girl-without-ed)
Be patient with your broken heart. Tread carefully, kindly and with love. You are mending.

Muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight and lift your chin – call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here. Remember, you are still here.

The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour. Each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You are still alive.’

You are still alive.

Act like it.

Rudy Francisco, Complainers (via brattylifts)
Got a new tattoo today to make my burn scars part of something

Got a new tattoo today to make my burn scars part of something

Listen, if you’re bitching about Halloween decorations being in stores already, you need to shut the fuck up. Also, I hate you.
Truant (via horroroftruant)

icecoldnukacola:

i’m cute as hell, which is incidentally where i came from

I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.
Grantaire, Book V (via dirtinherhair)

poppunkfunk:

I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore