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showmyspine:


eveningfades:



The beauty of Eating Disorders.
I have been bulimic now for about 7 years, and this disease is killing me from the inside and on the outside. I’ve purged up blood before, but never as much as I experienced today. The amount of blood actually shocked me. I have almost no hair left, and the hair which I still have has thinned out. My teeth are all rotten. I can’t drink cold drinks. I can’t drink hot drinks. I can’t eat hard, crunchy things. My jaw will be getting surgery soon. My stomach hurts every time I attempt to keep food down. And not to mention my digestive system is completely fucked. 
So you want perfection? You want all the boys to want you? You want to be beautiful? You’re not going to get that. This is what you’ll get. You’re further and further away from perfection each second. No boy wants you because you always smell like puke, blood, and you actually fear even being close to anyone. You become worthless.Beautiful? No. You become an ugly, horrible monster. Scars, bruises. You can’t go on dates. Refuse to go out with friends. You isolate yourself from everything and everyone. Still not convinced? Do you still want this?I’m giving mine out for free. 


I need to reblog this. I need my followers to stop and read this. And I will never not reblog this. You do not need to do this to yourself. I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want you to die. You are beautiful. Purging is never the answer.

showmyspine:

The beauty of Eating Disorders.

I have been bulimic now for about 7 years, and this disease is killing me from the inside and on the outside. I’ve purged up blood before, but never as much as I experienced today. The amount of blood actually shocked me. I have almost no hair left, and the hair which I still have has thinned out. My teeth are all rotten. I can’t drink cold drinks. I can’t drink hot drinks. I can’t eat hard, crunchy things. My jaw will be getting surgery soon. My stomach hurts every time I attempt to keep food down. And not to mention my digestive system is completely fucked. 

So you want perfection? You want all the boys to want you? You want to be beautiful? 

You’re not going to get that. This is what you’ll get.
You’re further and further away from perfection each second.
No boy wants you because you always smell like puke, blood, and you actually fear even being close to anyone. You become worthless.
Beautiful? No. You become an ugly, horrible monster. Scars, bruises. You can’t go on dates. Refuse to go out with friends. You isolate yourself from everything and everyone.

Still not convinced? Do you still want this?
I’m giving mine out for free. 

I need to reblog this. I need my followers to stop and read this. And I will never not reblog this. You do not need to do this to yourself. I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want you to die. You are beautiful. Purging is never the answer.

jesssux666:

I need this

jesssux666:

I need this

kokiswoon:

Pls
petra-revaille:

Sleepwalker- Parkway Drive

petra-revaille:

Sleepwalker- Parkway Drive

If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero

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tyleroakley:

when I scream, “HEY NOW,” your response of “this is what dreams are made of” or “you’re an all star” really determines my opinion of you

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anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

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8bitatoms:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

Am I the only one that’s thinking about the imprint that would be left after having sex on one of these things :/

stophatingyourbody:


damnitkiki:

thin—mint:

anna-learns-to-love-herself:

ninnysunite:

beiibis:

Why is it cute when a skinny girl eats a lot but it’s disgusting when a fat girl do exactly same thing.

YessssssI’m half afraid to even eat like a small amount in public because people stare like, “I have found the hippo in its natural habitat.”

stop judging, stop body shaming, stop telling people what they should eat and how they should look like!

I’ve noticed this so, so much. When I was 200+, people used to criticize me for my love of sweets (and food in general). If I polished off a plate, somebody would almost always have *something* negative to say about it. Now that I’m ~135, my co-workers think it’s cute and funny that I like to snack on cookies at work, and my dates think it’s “refreshing” that I finish my meal. Funny world we live in. 


The bold!

stophatingyourbody:

damnitkiki:

thin—mint:

anna-learns-to-love-herself:

ninnysunite:

beiibis:

Why is it cute when a skinny girl eats a lot but it’s disgusting when a fat girl do exactly same thing.

Yessssss
I’m half afraid to even eat like a small amount in public because people stare like, “I have found the hippo in its natural habitat.”

stop judging, stop body shaming, stop telling people what they should eat and how they should look like!

I’ve noticed this so, so much. When I was 200+, people used to criticize me for my love of sweets (and food in general). If I polished off a plate, somebody would almost always have *something* negative to say about it. Now that I’m ~135, my co-workers think it’s cute and funny that I like to snack on cookies at work, and my dates think it’s “refreshing” that I finish my meal. Funny world we live in. 

The bold!

stophatingyourbody:


damnitkiki:

thin—mint:

anna-learns-to-love-herself:

ninnysunite:

beiibis:

Why is it cute when a skinny girl eats a lot but it’s disgusting when a fat girl do exactly same thing.

YessssssI’m half afraid to even eat like a small amount in public because people stare like, “I have found the hippo in its natural habitat.”

stop judging, stop body shaming, stop telling people what they should eat and how they should look like!

I’ve noticed this so, so much. When I was 200+, people used to criticize me for my love of sweets (and food in general). If I polished off a plate, somebody would almost always have *something* negative to say about it. Now that I’m ~135, my co-workers think it’s cute and funny that I like to snack on cookies at work, and my dates think it’s “refreshing” that I finish my meal. Funny world we live in. 


The bold!

stophatingyourbody:

damnitkiki:

thin—mint:

anna-learns-to-love-herself:

ninnysunite:

beiibis:

Why is it cute when a skinny girl eats a lot but it’s disgusting when a fat girl do exactly same thing.

Yessssss
I’m half afraid to even eat like a small amount in public because people stare like, “I have found the hippo in its natural habitat.”

stop judging, stop body shaming, stop telling people what they should eat and how they should look like!

I’ve noticed this so, so much. When I was 200+, people used to criticize me for my love of sweets (and food in general). If I polished off a plate, somebody would almost always have *something* negative to say about it. Now that I’m ~135, my co-workers think it’s cute and funny that I like to snack on cookies at work, and my dates think it’s “refreshing” that I finish my meal. Funny world we live in. 

The bold!