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Hello! My name is Maddy. I'm trying to recover from anorexia, self-harm, suicidal ideation and depression. I'll do my best not to be triggering, but there may be some posts anyway-- I will tag them with "TW".

Feel free to ask me anything, I'm here for you :)

Cut-free since April 27, 2013!
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thenikkidubose:

Tomorrow is a historical day if you are in Washington DC, I hope you can join Mothers Against Eating Disorders for #MarchAgainstED on Capitol If you can’t make it, there is a virtual march, please join at: http://www.marchagainsted.com/updates/join-the-virtual-march-against-eating-disorders-with-me-on-9-30
#MAED #eatingdisorderhistory #edcommunity #edawareness #experience #strength #hope #history
National Eating Disorders Association (NEDA) Proud2BmeUS Project HEAL Monte Nido & Affiliates Mondays at the Mission
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kaible:

"He’s behind me making that fucking face again. I don’t even have to turn around to know it. God damn it. I hate that goddamned stupid face he makes. God fucking damnit."
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your-daisyfreshgirl:

stunningpicture:

Chinese doctors bowing down to a 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated in shortly before his death.

Incredible
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morbid-twat:

injurie:

i want to keep smashing myself until i am whole
Maurice Blanchot
Mikko Kuorinki


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sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 
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memoriasconsazon:

i feel like every week i’m just like “i need to get through this week”

(via iceberg-er)

"People who have recently lost someone have a certain look, recognizable maybe only to those who have seen that look on their own faces. I have noticed it on my face and I notice it now on others. The look is one of extreme vulnerability, nakedness, openness. It is the look of someone who walks from the ophthalmologist’s office into the bright daylight with dilated eyes, or of someone who wears glasses and is suddenly made to take them off. These people who have lost someone look naked because they think themselves invisible. I myself felt invisible for a period of time, incorporeal. I seemed to have crossed one of those legendary rivers that divide the living from the dead, entered a place in which I could be seen only by those who were themselves recently bereaved. I understood for the first time the power in the image of the rivers, the Styx, the Lethe, the cloaked ferryman with his pole. I understood for the first time the meaning in the practice of suttee. Widows did not throw themselves on the burning raft out of grief. The burning raft was instead an accurate representation of the place to which their grief (not their families, not the community, not custom, their grief) had taken them."
Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking (via amccalltoarms)

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