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Welcome♥

i hope you like oranges. and kiwis.
and lemons.and oranges.
i like oranges. they're really pretty. and nice.like goldfishes. and the sun.


Location

Floating in dreamland. where all the foods are imaginary.
and all the people are nice.
And even if they weren't we could always wake up.

Oneday.

tomorrow. (maybe)

The Girl



>>is way too fat.


Height: 5'7"
CW: 106 (47.7kg) D:
HW: 119


Old Goals: 112!

GW1: 110! (50)
by 23 mar


GW2: 107 (48.5)
by 31 mar

REACHED!
(11 Nov)

GW3: 105 (47.5)
by 20 Nov


GW4: 103 (46.5/47)
by 31 Nov


GW5: 100 (45.5)
by 31 Dec



UGW: 99 (45)


UUGW: 97

UUGW: to be ethereal. weightless. like those beautifully crafted paper dolls and the air.


Other Goals:

10K REACHED!
21K REACHED!
42K
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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

i seem to go through periods of this.

one day will i look back at all these posts and feel something?
nostalgia?

my language seems to be deteriorating every period I appear back on this blog
degeneration.

should i feel grateful for this depression?
for without it, I would not be chronicling these thoughts.

she said,
where'd you want to go?
how much you want to risk?


choose suffering.
choose courage.
choose to live.

it takes strength to carry on
to recognise,
that the end of your misery,
bodes the beginning of their grief.
and that choosing to suffer,
is more noble than you think

cling on if you must
to every strand of hope
to every distraction
any thing that keeps you
feeling alive

like a drowning man
grasping at empty straws
just stay afloat for another moment

ask, ask for help
it's okay to be vulnerable.


will some one come along and analyze this?
stream of consciousness
virginia wolfe?






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