Emily. 16. New Zealand. This is my back-up blog c:
I took a 7 week coast to coast road trip after being laid off from Boeing. I didn’t have a camper but realized that being able to pull off the road at a rest or truck stop was the way to go to make the trip affordable. With a few sheets of 1/2” plywood and misc. hardware this is what I came up with. The effort was well worth the time and materials.
(via thisshipissinkingtonight)
i can tell i’m gonna get a lot of hate for this. this post is not for attention, it’s for… closure, i guess. but this took a lot of courage to post, so…
i’m sick of being called fat, although it’s gotten to the point where i believe it. i have love handles, stretch marks, dimples, scars. i don’t have the flattest tummy, or the biggest thigh gap out. i have fat under my arms, and little bulges of fat popping out all over the place. i’ve had eating problems over the last 3 years. although some people might bitch at me, tell me that i could have it worse, my weight has been one of my main concerns for years, but i’m slowly learning to love myself, one day at a time. and if i can do that, i’m sure anyone else who feels like shit can too c’: i love you all. if you’re ever sad, i’m a message away. chin up xoxoxox
sticks and stones will break my bones because i am a weak ass nerd
(via pizza)
