If you know this exists and how to find it


you’re not gonna make it in.



Your choice.

frakintosh:

I fucking love this.

Oh oh oh oh oh!!!!! (Which = I fucking love this, too.) (So much so that I’ll challenge anyone to a How Much Do We Fucking Love This? duel, even.)

He asks what keeps me up at night. I cannot answer, because the answer is always something different. But tonight, the answer is you.

I don’t know what to say. But I need to say something.

I do not know you, but I wish I did.

I will not pretend that I understand, because I’ve never experienced what I suspect you may be going through. But others have. Others are.

And I am paying attention and I am listening and there are so many, oh so many others who want to do the same.

I do not know you, but I am concerned about you. I do not know you, but I care about you. And I am far, far from the only one.

I don’t know what I’m talking about. But somebody does.

Please. If you or someone you know may be struggling with an eating disorder, take a moment and explore the resources available to you. I’ve linked to a few below. It’s not everything, but it is a start.

Organizations

Websites

Hotlines

Research

Please. And thank you.

xoxo,
S

He writes now, finally. He writes. Maybe (always) only a line or two, but he writes.

There is nothing there there. No true confessions, no secret stories. Maybe I should say that if there is something there there, it’s not in a language I can read.

But when he writes, now, he signs off with “xoxo.” Just like I do.

I don’t know what that means.