onlinegf:

why are 15 year olds so angry

"At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is."


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Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful

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http://tragicalities.tumblr.com/post/72038527166/at-first-i-had-trouble-dating-a-girl-who-was

fluttershwee:

benoistmelissas:

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"1. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your living situation
2. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your life priorities
3. You don’t owe anyone an apology if you are not sorry
4. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for requiring alone time
5. You don’t owe anyone your agreement on their personal beliefs.
6. You don’t owe anyone a yes to everything they say
7. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your physical appearance
8. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your food preferences.
9. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your sex life
10. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your career or personal life choices
11. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your religious or political views
12. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for being single
13. You don’t owe anyone a date just because they asked
14. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for you decision about marriage
15. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your relationship choices"


- 15 Things You Don’t Owe Anyone At All (Though You Think You Do.)
http://wetdreamsonlylastforanight.tumblr.com/post/96321474546/1-you-dont-owe-anyone-an-explanation-for-your

"I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there. I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out."

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this.

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http://floweringo.tumblr.com/post/82884285583/i-think-about-dying-but-i-dont-want-to-die-not