NÃO É FOME, É SEDE

You’ll regret eating that food,

But you’ll never regret refusing to🤐

hello lovesss, I'm back and currently at the 16h mark!!! (i fell for a horrible guy so I physically cannot eat anymore and I'm sooo happy!!!)

“You finished all of it?”

It was the only thing I ate today

I wish I didn’t eat it at all

"You are what you want to be, if you wanted to be skinny you would be"

-my mom

once I finally get a bmi under 20 nobody will be able to tell me anything

eating breakfast? that's so last year

HEAR ME OUT.

Black Coffee

I used to love my coffee sweet swirled with cream, thick with sugar, golden rivers softening the dark, spoon clinking like laughter in a quiet room.

It tasted like comfort, like mornings wrapped in warmth, like something I didn’t have to earn. I drank without thinking, without measuring, without the weight of numbers pressing against my ribs.

But now, the sweetness tastes like a lie. Now, I drink it black. Bitter, bold, unsoftened. It burns, it bites, it tells the truth.

No velvet cushion, no sugared disguise just the sharpness, the sting, the ache. It scalds my tongue, settles heavy in my gut, a quiet companion in the hollow spaces.

This is how I like it now. No indulgence, no excess. Just coffee, just control, just the brutal honesty of the dark.

And somehow, that soothes me more.

(Written by me. Sorry if this is too pick me or cringe. Poetry has always helped me cope so I wanted to share that with all of you)

I know I have to describe myself, I'll do it once I find out who I am. here's a few things about me though:

genderfluid/ace/bi

pronouns: any

fav colour: blue

fav animal: fox and cats

dreams: move to a nice country, be who I really am

will change it when I find out how to do this properly