(Source: feeling-lostandalone, via sketching-with-poison)
Recovery Later
If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of yours, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of self harm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or actually tried it, HONESTLY reblog this.
(Source: lessthanperfect21, via ijustwanttobemeandnotbejudged)
(Source: how-would-you-handle-it)
(Source: fightingwithtools)
relation.
I want someone that knows all about me.
that knows my issues.
that knows my pain.
that feels my cuts.
that kisses my cuts.
that brings me bandaids.
that is my bandaid.
(Source: its-all-about-this-fucking-life, via 1000-cuts-1000-scars)
(Source: imthegirlthat)
(Source: escaaping, via katiexasylum)
(Source: grey-3yed-girl)
If the world knocks me down one more peg today, I’m just going to cut my thighs to shreds. I don’t care about ‘progress’ in ‘recovery’. The only reason I haven’t cut is because I haven’t had a week or a day this awful in a long time. Now I have and if it doesn’t stop the blood is going to start flowing.
(Source: sleepingonrazors---disabled)
(Source: alwaysbeentrue, via 1000-cuts-1000-scars)
again.
(via prettygirlbrokensoul)
(Source: stuckinlabyrinth, via prettygirlbrokensoul)
