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me: *looks in the mirror*
me: *doesn’t look huge but actually kinda small*
eating disorder: “the mirror is lying you actually look like violet when she ate the blueberry gum”
me: “oh shit you’re right”
I imagine death so much it feels like a memory.
mood
You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords.
blurryface catches everyone
excuse me???