The corpse of a butterfly

“If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn’t need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip. ” -Laurie Halse Anderson
May 20

“If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn’t need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip. ”

-Laurie Halse Anderson

“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.” 
Apr 20

“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.” 

"I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry."

- Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

Apr 19
Apr 19

"Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide."

- Girl, Interrupted

Apr 11
“And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.”
Apr 11

“And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.”

“I told her once that I wasn’t good at anything.  She told me survival is a talent.”
Apr 11

“I told her once that I wasn’t good at anything.  She told me survival is a talent.”

“People don’t understand that those with eating disorders are not shallow. They feel too much. They feel the need to whither like their feelings.”
Apr 10

“People don’t understand that those with eating disorders are not shallow. They feel too much. They feel the need to whither like their feelings.”

"Scales only have the power which we bestow upon them. Imagine if I said “my self-worth is determined by the toaster."

Apr 10

"If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. i’ll always be with you."

- Winnie the Pooh

Apr 10