Watching your scars fade from self-harm is kind of...
smile-belovely: You don’t want it to happen, but you know it has to because it’s a part of recovery and growth.
scarredforever: A broken mirror a bleeding fist a silver blade against a wrist tears falling down to lips unkissed shes not the kind you’ll come to miss
anyou23: growing up i always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be
all i want is to get in a fight with a guy and scream at him to shut up and then he’ll push me roughly against a wall and whisper “make me”
iffaithshallfailus: I’m going to be skinny, even if it kills me.
Thanksgiving = an anorexic's worst nightmare
We are the wild youth: why hope →
resting-on-the-rings-of-saturn: We collect smoke on our retinas saying things like: today, my breath feels broken. but what happens when even our tears become polluted, when even our cheeks wear the grayness of wanting to believe in a jagged world? I am not sure about my veins, people say they were made to be cut like…
My thoughts for the day. . .
I feel bad for admitting this but I feel like I need to say it. I am so proud of myself. I can legitimately say I am over everything you put me through. I am actually happy that you have someone new in your life to make you happy. My mom and I talked about you today. I think she is more upset with you for all you put me through. She said she just doesn’t understand how someone who went...