to be a portrait framed by gentle bones


I'm gentlebones.
22, Anorexic, and Consumed.
Playwright, poet, and student.

We make magnificent art of destroying ourselves, don't we?


Theme by @yosoyprincesa.
Yesterday I realized I was in relapse.

After a single morning of trying to pull myself out of it? Fuck trying.

Relapse it is.

:(

Fuck.

Fuck.

The longer I look at my picture or my reflection, I just grow larger and larger. HUGE ARMS, HUGE THIGHS

too much everything

Even Lamer.

Even Lamer.

So lame.

So lame.

Hi. I always look awkward. Yay.

Hi. I always look awkward. Yay.

owls work during the day and do drugs all night

“I just got out of the hospital. They’d be disappointed to know in already purging again. I’m disappointed.”

“I just got out of the hospital. They’d be disappointed to know in already purging again. I’m disappointed.”

Trapped in this body.

Trapped in this body.

Repulsed

Repulsed

My bunny and my boyfriend.

My bunny and my boyfriend.

I’m a wreck.

I’m a wreck.

Dear Ida, by Ann Marie Elliott

Dear Ida, by Ann Marie Elliott

Watching the promo video for my play ruined my entire day.

And confirmed: Yes. I really am that ugly.

I clearly shouldn’t be allowed to dress myself. 

#hiding in clothes

I clearly shouldn’t be allowed to dress myself.

#hiding in clothes