Hi sudden growth of new followers! I’m Tara. I’m sorry if I look creepy…I’m just really tired and haven’t slept in 24 hours.

I am a caged bird,
too weak to sing,
blinded by melancholy
and misery,
but I want to see
the sky.

Unbeknownst to me,
my owner has clipped my wings,
making me unable
to fly.

She watches with an evil grin,
as I fall
again,
and again;
Her perfectly, poised
prisoner,
for her psychotic mind,
the phantom.

Bewilderment has become of me
for I can’t fathom why
I can’t achieve
the impossible feat 
of  flying
and freedom.

Twigs

I glanced down at my legs,

 fallen, battered twigs

among the field of wilted dandelions.

The glance became a stare, 

and the longer I stared,

the more consumed I became of their image.

Nutrients that fed the twigs were long gone,

though to my eyes they seemed to grow.

Twigs, to branches, to trunks;

the swelling wouldn’t end.

Eventually, the trunks rotted to the floor,

and I collapsed from the

imaginative, 

monstrous 

appearance of my

fallen, battered twigs.

Its super humid out. ick

Here you go iliacspine :). My two lilies.

im the little mermaid lol! trying on bathing suits at h&m

I’m sick, but that’s okay, I have cats.

My story.

Hi, I’m Tara, otherwise known as extraskinny, and today I am going to share my eating disorder story. The full, may be offensive, eating disorder story.

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