sometimes I really feel like ruining all of my relationships so that I know I did it on purpose instead of them leaving me because I’m not good enough for them
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Hey, I'm Ellie, I'm 17. I've struggled with an eating disorder and self-harm among other things. I'm here to support anyone who needs it, because you're worth recovery and you're worth feeling loved.
You are more than the choices that you've made, you are more than the sum of your past mistakes, you are more than the problems you create, you've been remade.
My main blog:
darlinggeverythingsonfiree
You are more than the choices that you've made, you are more than the sum of your past mistakes, you are more than the problems you create, you've been remade.
My main blog:
darlinggeverythingsonfiree
Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.
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She had an immense store of trivial memories and when she wasn’t living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present — she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape or an expectation.
by Graham Greene, Brighton Rock (via eulum)
by Graham Greene, Brighton Rock (via eulum)
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“bind my wandering heart to thee”— my newest tattoo!
It’s from a hymn called Come Thou Fount, which is one of my favorites… and it’s a reminder that I can never run out of the reach of Christ— that no matter where I travel or how many times I mess up, He is always there and my heart is grounded in God’s love and compassion.
Eventually I want to get an outline of a world map around it :)
Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of thy redeeming love. Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by thy help I'm come; and I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; he, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.
once i was at a party and they asked me what my dad did for a living and said that he died when i was 12 and of course i hear the collective “aaawww im so sorry”
and then i hear some girl whisper from the back “you’re halfway to becoming batman”
AND THAT IS HOW I MET ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS MORAL OF THE STORY IS IF YOU USE BLACK HUMOUR I WILL LOVE YOU
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if google isn’t your search engine i don’t trust you
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