When All You Knew Was Gone

I'm just a girl, but perhaps not to you. To you, I'm just a blog, a website, a tiny link in your world. Maybe, though, the same monsters inhabit our souls, and bind us unknowingly. If you know Ana, the kiss of a blade, if you dream of death and wish for beauty... then maybe we aren't strangers after all. Maybe we're the same soul, split in a million parts and trapped in a thousand different bodies. Maybe we're all alone together.
H: 5'3 HW: 125 CW: 114 LW: 110 GW1: 110 GW2: 105 UGW: 99

Vegan, Anorexic, Self Harm, Pansexual, Suicidal, Depressed

When I Do Not Fall

The Beauty of Skinny and All It Will Bring

  • to wear shorts and walk without thighs touching
  • to run with no bounce, as if drifting
  • to sit on someone's shoulders and be no more bother than a small bird
  • to be carried without strain
  • to wear anything I desire because it all looks amazing
  • to have one's shadow almost disappear
  • to sit and not have big legs
  • to have people stare and wonder if it is truly me
  • to see all my ribs ripple under a pale film
  • to be always dizzy and love every second
  • to be the skinny friend for once in my life
  • to have my skinny jeans be loose
  • to have control

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