there's no escape. there's no escape. there's no escape.

i broke up with emmett last night.
 

 
why do i feel like shxt
 

 
help
that is all

i miss rowan isolde visconti, the lovely lady in this set.
i have three or four more sets in my drafts that i spent hours on, waiting for stories that would fill the description box to bubble out of me when a certain prompt was presented.
i feel i should post one or two so they dont go to waste, my pre-polyvore-break self would have been devastated.

f k im getting fat again
i keep eating because i cant stop
f k my thigh gap is closing
f k emmett isnt going to like me anymore
 
i cant eat but i cant stop

i am surprised how comfortable i am with emmett
lying curled up next to him in the backseat of his car
not making conversation
whispering useless words into each others necks occasionally
kissing wrists, noses, ears, elbows
but mostly just lying there
smelling each others smells
feeling each others heartbeats
hearing each others breath
watching stars and smoke and cars outside the window
he can touch my stomach and i wont cringe
touch my thighs and i wont wince
look me in the eye and i wont look away
tell me im beautiful and ill believe it for a whole moment
 
god he pains me