There's Writing On The Wall.

It's 9:22 on Thanksgiving night of 2011, and I have been diagnosed with E.D.N.O.S. (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) as of today.

Which is, like, suspiciously ironic.

I'm starting this blog because I want to put some positive out there.

To whoever reads this: tomorrow is the greatest second chance you'll ever get. Your body IS a WORK OF ART.

Don't waste either.

Things

may never be the same.

-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it. -Pineapple. -But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as- -Pineapple. -But sir- -Pine. Apple.

-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it.

-Pineapple.

-But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as-

-Pineapple.

-But sir-

-Pine. Apple.

(Source: cl0udchaser, via nopaint)

Is

it weird that the story of Genesis makes me cry every time?
…I am not a normal fifteen-year old girl.