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I'm the Doctor

In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important

Prv. Thinboob+Brokenboob, terminated. 
*I do not promote mental illnesses.*
~private blog~


Alexis Ren @ Nous Model Management 
Photographed by: Lucas Passmore
Links: 1 & 2 

Untitled from Flickr, my editSorry if its been posted before

Barbara Palvin for Revolve Clothing, F/W 2014 Lookbook
Photographed by: Chris Shintani 
There’s 6 servings in here lmao. I always found it absurd that people equate eating disorders with control when in reality it’s impossible to be in control with an eating disorder.





This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

Needed this today

when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be. 

this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.

(via strivetobeperfection)

I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood
to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
than misdemeanors
and I wonder how often they hear
It’s okay.
You’re more than okay.

"I’m Sorry" by Claire Luisa  (via tanghuijuan)

(Source: , via preciousflowe-r)