- Person A: He wants to fix me.
- Person B: But you aren't broken.
January 2012
“You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.” —Rumi (via lovealfine)
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.” —Rumi (via lovealfine)
Apparently Prozac is the answer to everything.
I should go into town before lunch. Need to find a birthday present and some bits for tomorrow night.
Instead, I’m sitting here, typing about how I should go into town…
Motivation? Please come back soon.
"tax doesn't have to be taxing."
Biggest. Lie. Ever.
The more I eat, the hungrier I get.
Tuesdays = triggering TV night
“fat fighters” and then “The biggest loser”
one right after the other.
Rock on.
It's ONLY a number
Isn’t there more to life than fear of a number?
Have you ever felt so sad that it’s like you’re ill? When all you can do is lie on the bed and alternate between streaming but silent tears and simply staring into space?
When you call your Mum in desperation and she talks to you in the special voice she used to use when you were tiny, but her using that voice lets you know that she is so, so worried about you and that in turn makes you feel sadder, sicker, more guilty.
When your boyfriend yells at you, but then realises just how sad you are and gets you into your pyjamas because you don’t have the strength, and then brings you the computer and cuddles you tight and tells you it’ll be OK in the morning but you just don’t believe him.
When the thoughts dance and swirl through your mind and when you see the romance in jumping. When you can’t see the point in getting out of bed, when you just want to evaporate and no longer think or feel or even exist.
Have you ever felt like that?
supermarkets
I both love and hate supermarkets in equal measures.
I love just walking up and down the shelves and looking at the items. Picking things up, comparing them, finding the version with the lowest calories. I love imaging what the food tastes like, pretending for a second that I’m going to buy it. I could spend hours in there, just LOOKING. The numbers fascinate me. I love that little jolt of shock I get when I pick something up and see it has lots of calories in it. I love being in control and only buying the food which I know is “safe” and “healthy”.
I hate how shopping takes so long. I hate how I can never buy any of the food I look at and imagine tasting. I hate how bad it feels when they have run out of “my” brand, I hate having to make the decision about which food is “safe” to buy. I hate that calories wins over price every time. I hate how my shopping is added up in calories, not pounds and pennies. I hate how if there isn’t “enough” fruit and veg in my trolley by the time I get to the check out, I have to go back and get more in order to make my trolley “healthy”.
I love and hate the whole experience.
eat potatoes. eat potatoes. eat potatoes. eat potatoes. eat potatoes. eat potatoes. eat potatoes.
:)
- Low calorie
- Low fat
- High fibre (makes you shit more hahaha)
- Plain food, doesn’t taste too “nice”
- Simple
- Natural - it’s a fucking plant. Can’t get any more natural.
- Can be eaten with tuna, fish fingers, vegetables, on its own, with a fortisip. yum.
- contains loads and loads of vitamins, which SOME PEOPLE’S bodies are currently starved of. -.-
- Easy to cook.
- Filling
- good antioxidant - this means it fights against cancer. KAPOW!
- cheapy cheapy cheap cheap
- can be eaten at almost every cafe or restaurant / pub in the country.
- Has the same blood pressure lowering affects as gogi berries - and people pay a fortune for those.
- They are HEALTHY!
- They contain vitamin B6 which is good for…. serotonin! POTATOES MAKE YOU HAPPY :D
I remember wandering off in the Louvre, getting lost on purpose. It was wonderful. Even with all those people around me, I was alone. Just me and the paintings and the anonymous people. No one looked at me, no one noticed me. Alone amongst a crowd. Its liberating. The perfect escapism. As close as you can come to freedom without dying.
