I’m coming to Orlando, so you should come hang out with me for a bit because you’re awesome and I like meeting new awesome people!
We can hang out and chat, play cards, talk about boys. Whatever you prefer. I’d love to meet you :)
The specific location of the meetup isn’t decided yet, so if you have a suggestion please let me know!
RSVP at the Facebook Event: http://➡.ws/meetup
GUYS LOOK! I went all the way to New York to speak at a college! Here’s the adventure that ensued :D
I had SOO much fun hanging with these guys at the meetup today! I feel so honored and blessed that people actually come to see me, I really am very very grateful for and humbled by your kindness. Thank you so so much :)
"I can’t have an eating disorder, I’m too fa—
*GRABS YOU FIRMLY BY THE SHOULDERS*
EATING DISORDERS ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES.
MENTAL. AS IN, BRAIN.
EATING DISORDERS ARE IN YOUR BRAIN.
NOT IN YOUR TUMMY OR YOUR ARMS OR YOUR THIGHS.
CUT THE BULLSHIT.
We don’t really know how to dress up for Halloween
Dyed my hair for Halloween!!
Let me explain what this is:
The first two pictures are of all the mail I’ve received in the past six months containing self harm tools.
The next two pictures are from half way through removing the tools from each envelope/package and attaching them to 4x6 index cards with the name of the sender written on them.
The last two pictures are what I was left with when I had finished. 57 cards, from 57 people, containing:
- 213 blades
- 9 safety pins
- 4 matches
- 2 shards of a broken mirror
- 2 pins
- 2 lighters
- a pocket knife
- a scissors
- a screw
- a broken pen
- a rubber band
- and a nail file
That’s a total of 238 objects that will never hurt anyone ever again. If that’s not something to celebrate and be proud of, I don’t know what is.
(want to send in your tools? click here!)
I need to reblog this again. I’m going through some stuff right now and I sometimes unconsciously reach towards the drawer I hid my blades in, but thankfully they aren’t here. They’re safe with Elijah. I’m safe, thanks to him. I’ve been going back to this post a lot since he posted it. I noticed after looking at these pictures a few times I can actually see my envelope with my alias and the stamp I bummed off my boyfriend in one of them. I’m safe, and I will continue to be safe. I came this far. My tools are states away. I’m growing. I’m stronger. Right now things may seem hopeless, but I’ve felt hopeless before and look at how far I’ve come!
I feel like I’m rambling. I just really cannot thank Elijah enough for helping me get rid of my tools. For helping me see I can overcome selfharm, hopefully for good this time around. I cannot thank my friends or boyfriend or most of my family enough for supporting me.
I’m so proud of you :’) Thank you!