Lisa Simpson at Stuff-n-Hug
lisa you snazzy bitchacho
so here is my anorexia 2 year recovery in a photo.
i have looked similar to the picture on the right for a while now, i have been healthy and out of hospital for 17 months.
so yeah, i am much much happier now, happier than i have ever been, i am enjoying life, and doing whatever I want to do.
never give up, recovery is possible, and will happen for all of you. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MIND TO.
i love you all, dont ever let it win!
THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!
Need more heroes, motherfucker.
This is insane.
Oh my God..
Reblogged 3 times in a row because this is just amazing.
"this has no lyrical content and its garbage"
shut up bitch im tryna get wild not contemplate my existence
the kissing islands, Greenland
would you look at that even the fucking ground gets more action than me
IT LOOKS LIKE HIJACK I’M CRYING
IT REALLY FREAKING DOES OMFG.
I’m so fucking done with this site
HELP I JUST FOUND THIS
We watched some episodes of sailor moon and i went to go pee, found her in my bag
She’s been in it for hours
you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started
Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left.
i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing
you darn kids with your falling boys and your panicked discos and your romantic chemicals