Anonymous: Hey man I like your moves. We should go downtown to china town and dance till we drop. Sounds like a good idea don't you think? I do. So yeah, I'll pick you up at like 69 o cock. Becuase I am a funny man derrhurrharrrherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrasdfghjkl Hi. Its me bro. Your bestest friend. Your buddy. And I tell you what. You are not an ugly butt. You are a shiny butt. The shiniest there is. I love you. I think you're nice, and pretty, and smart, and all those lovely things. I just want you.
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Anonymous: I've got a question. The cutest girl in the world walked into a party. Suddenly that party got super butt-shakin' awesome. It was only kind of awesome but not really before she entered. Now how did she do it? Its because she's super butt-shakin' awesome thats why. Ya silly girl.
You are more super awesome then me, you silly weeabo!!
Anonymous: you make me smile so its allll good, I like you and you like me, so lets chew on some butts and fly on a magic cat train. And while we're on that train I'll take your adorable face into my hands and squish it and say "This is the prettiest girl who ever existed. I think I love her the very most and I'm gonna ask her out on a date because she makes me all flustered and hot under the collar so lets do it," and I asked you but you called me a silly butt because we're already dating so there I guess
You’re a such a beautiful.
How long have I been doing this to myself?? I don’t even remember. I think that’s the scariest part. Not knowing when I was ‘normal’ and when this hate started. I suppose it was gradual. My nervousness was always there, and then I slowly started to hate myself because of it. And then the hate grew and grew and grew. I just want this to end. I want to be happy all the time and not worry about shit anymore. I want to be able to hang out with my friends without constantly second guessing myself. I want to be confident. I don’t want to cut. I want to eat without fear. And yet, at the same time, I don’t want it to stop. I want to continue to starve and cut and hate. And that’s what I hate the most I guess. The way I almost need this. And I really don’t and I know that. All I need is you.
Please put your arms around me and pull me tight and tell me everything’s going to be okay. I just need a hug. And to get away from my own mind. It’s fucking tearing me apart, and I know that tears you apart. And I am so, so sorry for that. 143.
I can’t stop.
I do stop. For a while. But not for me.
For them.
I show them how possible it is. They need someone. They need Hope.
I have to be their Hope.
But here’s the secret they never get to hear.
I don’t want to stop.
And I never will.
(via a-better-lie)
