my name is laura kelly. ask me if for some reason you need to know more.

 

i might cry if one more person asks why you can buy bath salts in stores

cannibalistic bath salts and actual put-in-the-bath-salts are two totally different things everyone. 

submarine is on netflix. the whole time i was watching i was like “well… this is a bit shit.” 

and then it ended and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. well done, Ayoade. 

(Source: sarahxmay)

selena gomez half naked/partying in movie = okay, why not, she’s a nice girl

miley cyrus scantily clad in photo shoot = hell no she’s poisoning our children 

im realizing i have absolutely no idea what i look like

obviously i can look at pictures but i don’t think i see what everyone else does. old pictures of me when i was overweight really don’t seem TOO horrible now. but even pictures that i’m in today i still feel really uncomfortable in. 

even though logically i’m smaller. i did lose a bunch of weight really randomly. 

i still feel like i look the same though. like hugeeee. but then i look at old photographs and i think “oh you know, i really wasn’t that bad.” and for some reason that doesn’t help me think that now i don’t look that bad.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to be skinny. but i want to be healthy more than that. i just don’t see the two working together though, so in my eyes i can be one or the other. 

it’s weird trying to be my own psychologist. i confuse myself. 

ricky’s been sick all day. like legit sick. at first it was just heartburn and i gave him a few tums but he just slept and slept and slept and then when i woke him up for dinner he ran to the bathroom and threw up. i’m just a worrier but it makes me nervous.