do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
“Hug people, not toilet bowls.”
A girl I knew, who suffered from bulimia, used to say this in the hospital, everyday, to herself in the mirror. She said it made her smile, and reminded her that people hug back, toilet bowls don’t.
It’s not meant to be a joke, or to offend anyone, and mind you, I didn’t come up with it, I’m just the photographer. But I think it portrays bulimia very well. The toilet becomes one of your best friends when you have bulimia. And the people who were your friends slowly begin to fade away in your life until that toilet bowl becomes one of the most important things in your life.
I need to remember this story
I actually really love this. Especially the part about people hugging back and toilet bowls don’t.
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
this gave me chills.
Reblogging this again because it matters.