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So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via quotes-shape-us)

There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.

— Ryan Adams (via psych-facts)

Darlings, stressing over the food you are consuming is a lot worse for you than the food you are actually consuming. Stress and worry will hurt you more than a block of chocolate ever will. Anxiety sits in the pit of your stomach and makes you feel heavier than consuming a piece of cake does. It’s not your weight, the shape of your body or the amount of body fat that is weighing you down and holding you back. It’s all that stress and anxiety you hold inside of you. Let it go, be free.
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

—  Vincent Van Gogh (via artctic-monkeys)

(Source: huqqa-pani)

If people want to let you go, just let them do it. They may not understand who you are. So don’t play around with fire; don’t give them their cake and let them eat it too. Here is your rule of thumb: they either commit to you or get none of you.

— Joey Furjanic, The Heartbreak Hotel: How Long Will You Stay? (via larmoyante)

So, how do you live?

I know how to recover. Eat, promise to eat, eat more. Stand in the mirror, promise yourself that your being is beautiful. That the growing stomach and thighs are just growing with power over your toxic mind. Insist you are perfect and wonderful until you believe it.

But how do you actually live?

How do you not write, think, breathe the ghost of your disorder? You’ve spent a decade slowly killing yourself from the inside out. How do you find yourself without your sickness? I can’t help but wonder what will happen to me when I am no longer the snide, sick bitch with puke stains on her cheek. I can’t help but wonder how will they react when you are no longer a dying patient. Who will I become when I can no longer introduce myself as the girl with an eating disorder?

How do you live?

— Michelle K., How Do You Live? (via michellekpoems)