I just found some personal photos from my my old eating disorder/self harm blog. I can’t believe I did that to myself.. :’( At least I can be proud of getting past it.
I just want to be his babygirl again.
I want to be his entirely. I miss my Master. I need him.
hello, I'm back.
I’m back, I’m breaking again. He’s gone. I’m so close to dying for him to come back. it’s not what you think, just whining over a breakup. It’s so much more than that. but that’s not what this is about. I’m back, I’ve progressed. But I fear that I may turn back
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still...– ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan (via thelostie)