Meus Anima

So true.

don’t take any cookies from life. he will kick you in the shins.

Life gave me a cookie once. The rest is history.

The DIY Couturier: 21 Tips to Keep Your Shit Together When You're Depressed.

A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.

I’ve had depression for as long as I can…

Rough sex and BBW

Is there any big girls in here who DON’T like rough sex??

Geez…. I’m starting to feel abnormal on top of my regular abnormalcy.

That’s not making love. That’s fucking.

(Source : rubmyhuevos, via roxxieyo)

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Moved!

I’m not living in isolation anymore. Finally! Montreal’s south shore is everything but isolated. Hopefully this will do me good.

limeystreasurechest:

Art is something that appeals to different people, perhaps that is why I love it so much. This piece is very different which is why I wanted to share it. Please check out the other items in this shop! ♥

(via RAIN Fine Art Photography 8x10 Lomo Rain in by MomentEternel)

I do not care about your 9” penis. What I care about is the size of your heart.

—Me, to the men who approaches me on BBW forums.

To the bottom of loneliness

I had no clue it would go this far.

This emptyness is nameless, faceless. But it’s SO real. SO painful. SO overwhelming. The more men tries to bring me up by showering me with empty compliments, the more I feel alone. SO alone. Totally false are those words, because all they want to do is get high on my boobs, have me look at their dick while they stroke at my fully clothed pictures.

I’m falling into this giant hole of nothing, slowing fading away.

The pain in my soul is unbearable. I long for a meaningfull connection, from one human being to another. Is that so hard to believe, that *I* could be recognized for what’s in my heart and soul, and not only my exterior shell? That someone would stop and think that what’s in my heart is meaningfull enough for them to appreciate?

It feels like there is no place for me in this life.

I’ve been there, and everywhere. I’ve been all, and everything. I’ve given all of myself, and more. Without a mirage of relief in sight.

My pain is unbearable.