People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them (via asimetricna-vagina)
Virginia Woolf, from her suicide letter to her husband (via lostwithmargaret)
sad black and white blog, I follow back similar
I don’t know how long this has been happening(possibly over a month) but I’ve now realised that the adrenaline/high you get from this, whilst it makes my anaemia worse, actually over powers the constant drowsiness. Living under 500 a day is still easy, its unnoticeable because of all the calories I consume through drinking. My body isn’t shrinking and I’m okay with it, I’m done competing. I’m just done.