So…
I ended up eating and now I feel gross and fat and disgusting. I’ll probably make up for it with no sleep so my food can digest properly. Urgh. I hate this.
- before people get to know me: Oh my god you're so shy...and quiet...it's adorable
- after we become friends: DEAR GOD DO YOU EVER SHUT UP
I would eat…
But it’s after 6 o’clock. I don’t let myself eat after 6. Gum it is then!
Anonymous asked: You are beautiful, more than words can express. Never forget that. I love the way you smile, even if it's rare. I love the way your face looks, tilted up to the sun some days, the way you instil beauty in everything that comes in contact with you. I love the simple fact that you exist, that you may be broken or hurting, but you are here nonetheless. And that is what matters most.
Aww…anon. That’s too sweet. Who are you?
(Courtney, I don’t even know you. Do I? It’s amazing to think that someone I don’t know cares so much about me. Thank you so much.)
How can you expect to win this war if you’re too afraid to fight?
