heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

some people think that tumblr is all about a high follower count and getting notes, when in reality it's all about the Mets baby let's go Mets 1986 CAN happen again come on baby let's go Mets

Knuckle tats that say LEFT and RIGH

i'm not sad enough for radiohead lyrics to apply to my life anymore so i made them into blackout poetry with only the bits i can relate to. sorry thom

i love when they draw a carrot on top of the carrot cake just to remind you this aint no ordinary fuckin cake youre dealing with

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this is absolutely taking me out because this is so me😭😭😭 why was i surprised thats me. im me im mac i also desire mac carnally

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charlie kelly - season 5

dysmorphic

i’ve really, really, really been struggling with body dysmorphia lately. I think i’ve just been in a bad place overall with not getting a job with my degree yet (and it’s been over a year). I’ve been working, but i feel very unfulfilled and empty. Bone-numbingly empty and just this deep feeling of failure. That’s a whole other tangent, but relevant probably to my mental state. I’ve been in this bad place mainly about my situation, but ironically it’s always my body and appearance that makes me want to die the most. It’s gotten so bad i avoid mirrors at all cost, i really only take pictures (or can muster to look at pictures at myself) if im shitfaced drunk. Other than that i feel like my body is this gross, huge, lump that i hate. I should feel happy that im alive and well, but i can’t stand my body and literally don’t recognize myself in it. I can’t find one thing i like about myself anymore and feel like im not in my true body. I don’t want to leave and see people anymore, because who would want to see such a disgusting body or face? I just want to cut out all my insecurities because i’m at the end of my line lately. I stopped my anti depressant because that was really driving me deeper in a hole. There’s so much i want to do and pursue, but literally do not want anyone to see my gross body or face. So i guess i’ll keep doing what feels like the right path to healing and loving myself. I really do want to. It felt cathartic to not hold this in, and like a good step in the right direction. But i still think im not ready to face myself in the mirror yet.

It was a good first step, I wish i could tell past me that! We are much better, past me. And we look in the mirror (most days!!). Some days are tough.

Weirdly I had one of the worst years of my life, I had (at the time) a mysterious illness spanning all thru march and april that sent me into the hospital with acute liver failure. I was very close to needing a transplant or dying but luckily got diagnosed in time with an incurable but treatable autoimmune disease that attacks the liver.

Prior to this, and after this post, I had lost close to 50 lbs and was really beginning to get happy in my own skin physically. I was (and still am) in a happy relationship, I was making new friends, I moved out, etc. life was falling into place. It all crumbled inevitably with my illness.

The meds i had to take made me gain a lot of weight really fast (prednisone iykyk), and I struggled for a few months with how hard I worked to take off 50 lbs and in just a few months because of a medication could put it back on.

This made me really take a big step back and realize this medication prevented me from needing a transplant or even dying and all i could think about was my weight. I still think this way sometimes, but it took me a long while after to realize FINALLY that life is so goddamn short and can be even shorter than you realize.

I had a lot of passive suicidal ideation as well and being that close to dying really made me appreciate how hard my body worked for me, how hard it always has and how lucky i am. How much I took this beautiful body for granted all these years and all it does is keep me going. I wish i could apologize to myself for how mean ive been to myself that led me to this severe of brain poisoning. It’s not totally gone and probably never will be, but i no longer want to torture my own body and make myself miserable for a body that works so hard for me.

I want to work hard back for her too. And thats the fight I want to embark on

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Thure Wallner (1888 - 1965) - Untitled. Oil on canvas.

An impressively mossy recumbent beech. Still doing okay…

just lie down on the sidewalk with your tongue against the concrete till th whole world dissolves like an uncoated pill

i wanna know if op was okay when writing this

one day youll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and youll have to justify the space youve filled

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would u guys be mad if i started calling mint “fruit”

NOSSOSOSODID OOOOOO MINT IS A LEAFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

my favorite little fruit <3

ITS AN HERB IT HAS LEAVES AND AND YOU PUT IT ON RAVIOLI!???

U PUT MINT ON YOUR RAVIOLI???????????

THEN EXPLAIN THE GREEN STUFF ON THIS!!!!?

BASIL

STOP SAYING ITS PARSELY I DONT FUCKING PUT PARSELY ON MY RAVIOLIIIIIIIII

WHATS PARSELY

THIS IS PARSLEY

THIS IS BASIL

AND THIS IS MINT

WHICH ONE ARE YOU PUTTING ON YOUR RAVIOLI?!?!?!

ITS ALL LEAF!!!!????