23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
I would like this room, please, and a gold locket and some candles and the my-daddy-is-watching-over-me teddy bear, and hot chocolate and then a pretty, girly, warm nightgown and to be tucked in by David. and he can sleep in the trundle bed.
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a month in hotter-n-Hades Indiana with my boyfriend. swimming, GRE studying (…), reading, dates, cooking, etc. and also my Daddy’s woulda-been birthday and my 9th Sheroesday. mmmmhm.
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falling stars
laura: he is not in your room. he is not in your room. he is not in your room. breathe, breathe, breathe. he is not in your room. no one is your room besides you. please, please, please go back to sleep. sweet nice sleep with gentle funny dreams, maybe.
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How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again.
Goodnight loves.
Wishes for tomorrow: a shift in perspective (I am not fat, gaining weight is a good idea, it is okay to eat 2000 calories [gulpholyshitohmygodfuck] in a day, recovery is the best [only] option), luck in gift-finding, wisdom in supporting my friend, increased clarity, and…whatever, some other nice shit.
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I love this song. Listen ♥ ♥ ♥
Oh I do love this song. Heh.
Better Days — the Goo Goo Dolls
want: to pack this bag with a few essentials and pull that sweater on over some jeans and lace up those shoes and board a plane right now. go hang out on his pretty campus and drink wine with him in the evening and read.
actual plan: read tiny article about Freud (confession: I love the idea of devotionals…and I got a book called The Intellectual Devotional, which as you’d imagine you read every day, one page a day — today is day 1), shower, drink a fuckload of caffeine since I barely slept, breakfast, tidy/organize, German class, read for WGS, lunch, doctor’s appointment (endoscopy or no? we find out today!), therapy, read more for WGS, dinner, SLEEP.
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