My name is Annaliese. I'm 21. I live in Teesside and go to art college. I like dark sad things and books. I also like black metal, drawing, painting, all things gothic and geisha, Renaissance art, history, the moon and small furry creatures.

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This blog openly discusses anorexia nervosa, manic depression and self harm.
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Anonymous asked: What is your boyfriend like, are you very similar?

He’s quite confident and has lots of friends, he’s been in bands since he was a teenager and loves going out and socialising, which I do enjoy to an extent but not very comfortable about it. He loves music and is always singing, writing songs and make guitar riffs or band practice. He’s very ambitious towards his work and he’s working towards being a teacher and he’s really determined to reach this goal. When it is just us together, he is a lot more chatty than he is to his friends, and he can always make really obscure jokes or do hilarious, funny impressions that make me fall around laughing. He cares a lot for his Nana. He’s very protective of me and tells me he thinks I’m perfect and takes good care of me. He is very tall, he has wide shoulders and muscly arms, dark eyes and hair and a little fuzzy beard and covered in black and white tattoos. I hope that is a good description!



Anonymous asked: Random quesion! How come you and your first boyfriend broke up? Why did your first relationship end? x

I wasn’t very happy at the time (nothing to do with him) and I didn’t feel right so it wasn’t fair to string him along when all I wanted to do was stay in bed. I had no hard feelings towards him or hate or anything silly like that.


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“对不起, 让你遇上了我
I’m sorry that you met me.”

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Struggling. I want to weigh myself as I want to scare myself into stopping all this, but I’m scared it’ll make me want to carry on. I went to my Nana’s to do her housework but she wouldn’t let me as I’d lost too much weight. This would normally make me happy but knowing I’ll be going to uni, living on my own and no one to stop me, and I know I’ll be miserable. I just wanted to be surrounded by my quirkiness, weird habits and weird ways of eating but get on with it, but all I can see at the moment is spiraling out of control. I don’t know if I should write this on here but I can’t talk to my family about it as it hurts them so much


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The Moon