There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)
  • me: hey i was wondering if you wanna go out sometime
  • crush: no
  • me: wtF omG soRRY that was my CAT running across the keyboarD OMG!!!
Fuck counting calories. Fuck the number on the scale. Fuck numbers controlling my every thought. Fuck crying when I look in the mirror. Fuck not being able to fill out my old bras. Fuck fear foods. Fuck "just a few more pounds". Fuck being self conscious when someone touches me. Fuck being self conscious when I walk. Fuck this. Fuck eating disorders.


Accuracy is this.