we're the lucky ones
I am currently twenty years old. I’m a people person on most days. I'm an anthropology and environmental studies double major. I like old books and quilts and snow and jigsaw puzzles and photographs and love letters and bridges and dancing and yoga. Toe socks and Easy Listening stations are the bane of my existence. I fall in love with every solitary man I meet. I still believe in monsters. Hello, my name’s Susannah.
holy shit
i’m actually dying.
So much fucking food has gone into this body today.
i hate this right now.
goal for tomorrow: actually write a song like i’ve been meaning to for months.
"I am looking for someone to share
in an adventure that I am arranging,
and it is very difficult to find anyone."
- J. R. R. Tolkien (via wanderthesewinds)
(Source: herkindoftea, via wanderthesewinds)
so after a little bit of a rough day yesterday, i’ve been 100% meal plan compliant through the increase today and even though i feel like i’m DYING, I’m actually sort of proud. I’m gonna kick this thing in the ass this time. Susannah 2, Anorexia 0
