Float Like a Feather

The secret is out!
'youfatwhore' is no longer a secret blog, my name is Louise and i share my blog with best friend, caroline:)
almost sixteen, english and looking for perfect.

we hope you feel free to chat to us anytime you like

love, The Girls <3


*WARNING*
this blog may be triggering to those with an eating disorder or other mental health problems

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youknowyourebritishwhen:

LazerScythe: Taking a bite out of politics.

youknowyourebritishwhen:

LazerScythe: Taking a bite out of politics.

(via besideher-insideher)

Ahhhh

I’m going to bed hungry for the first time in months. Feels amazing.

Self mutilation for the win eh.

My Life Just Feels Melancholy

You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state it’s just… quite sad.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
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Cannot wait to hit the gym right now.

Might go running tomorrow