Instagram is depressing. I prefer tumblr where everyone is upfront about their misery and constant desire to die
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me: *impulsively tells someone a fucked up thing about myself*
them: that doesn’t sound healthy
me: yeah lol
me: *thinks about what i told them for 5 hours*
me: why the fuck
I love how in cold nights, trying to sleep under a massive blanket, i think about my body and shape it in my imagination. Create the perfect body for me. Trim a little bit of fat there and there, just so my collar bones stick out a little bit, pinch my waist, create a thigh gap, flatten my stomach completely and maybe show my ribcage.Then I think that I can actually do this. Not in 6 minutes, but maybe in 6 months.
Those are some good nights.
ik it’s bad but an underweight bmi sounds so satisfying