Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious...– Martin Luther King Jr.
Ugly criminals spend 50% longer in jail than hot... →
[.All Things Wild & Free.]: These "friends" who I... →
jkdil: You are too tired or too busy to be there for me. You put me off or cancel plans when something better comes up. Basically all around just have nothing to do with me. UNTIL You want a place to hang out. You happen to be in the mood. You miss the free shit. You need a ride. You want SOMETHING from me.. THAT’S when you know my name. THAT’S when you have my phone number. THAT’S...
What kind of friend would I be if I abandoned you...
uninspiringshit: Oh wait that’s right….A FUCKING SMART ONE.
Nature is a cycle of life and death. Healing doesn’t happen if you hold onto your breath. Learning doesn’t happen if you lean on lies, if you linger in the doorway of doubt until you die. Hope has to have hands, holding it up, watering its seeds, and refilling its cup. Find the hope you follow, look for a light - if it guides you through a dark time, you’ll know that...
kristoevie asked: You're right, it's all about the source. In my personal experience, cutting does slow things down, but it's too temporary. I want to know how you've been doing for the last few days. Are you back at home yet? Also, I wanted to know if you've drawn anything lately. You should post more of your art sometimes because you have a gift!
SO YOU'RE A CUTTER
Cutting is not something to try to quit like binge drinking. It’s not healthy to count the days since you’ve cut and try to prove something to yourself. It happens when you have more pain than you can deal with. It’s like a cough. It’s the symptom, not the problem. Should you quit, if you can? Of course. Even doing it a little less often is fantastic! But there is a deeper reason you’re self...
indecisivenostalgic: You carry fucking razor blades and safety pins in your wallet just in case. You can’t go anywhere without them, they seem to be the only thing that even helps anymore. You just want to fucking escape and you can’t. Your friends start leaving you because they can’t fix you. They can’t stand you anymore because you’re so fucked up. Because they fucking hate hearing “I cut...
allalone-in-myhead asked: well i dont think you should do it. keep fighting the voices telling you to die. i no how it is i fight them everyday. some times they are louder than others. ive tried 5 times. but there has to be a reason everyone lives. i have to believe that. the voices in our heads are stupid and dont no what they are talking about. eventually things will get better.. i no that sounds like an empty promise....
Repost of a personal message
I don’t allow anonymous messages, and I didn’t want to post an answer that might reveal the user’s name to anyone he/she knows, so here is the question and answer. Question: I wish I had the bravery to say what you say on here, I tell people whats going on but not about ultimately what happens, not about me self harming. How do you do it without fear of what people will say or...
I’m not sure if it’s more painful to have people you love know that you’re going through the worst crisis of your life and make no effort to help, or to have them know and barely try at all. If they don’t try at all, you can pretend they’re distracted or busy. If they send you one or two messages, or expect you to come to them if you need any help, it sometimes feels...
Note in a bottle floating on the River Styx
Every second I am away from Dan, the parts of my mind telling me everyone wants me to hurt myself get louder and louder. I keep cutting because I’m not strong enough on my own to convince myself I don’t deserve it right now. I’m not at all safe.
Watch me Drown
Expect an extra stair in darkness, surge of fear when stair is gone. Reach out for a hand that’s offered, stumble, cry when it’s withdrawn. In the ocean, treading water, anchored ankles weigh me down. Girls with boats and life preservers calmly watch me cry out, drown.
I shouldn't be alive. it is WRONG for me to be...
To die would be an awfully big adventure.– Peter Pan
Watch me crumble
Freezing, helpless, hopeless, screaming! Silent screaming’s never heard. I cut, risked life for fear of seeming crazy, needy or absurd. No one’s here to hold me, crying. Cannot let them see me stumble. Dancing on the edge of dying, no one cares. They watch me crumble.
To torture me, put away your knife. Don’t strangle me or threaten to end my life. To torture me, leave me alone, instead in a dark quiet room, with the demons in my head
No place to hide, no family’s arms to hold me. Only frightful harms inflicted on a sleeping baby. Baby grew up thinking maybe someone, somewhere would be there to hold a hand out, reach out, care. Baby waits for phone, she’s crying. No one’s calling, baby’s dying. Goodnight moon she’d read once, all alone. Goodbye world, baby’s going home.
Just had the worst flashback of my entire life. You would have to know me to know how bad that is, but its… basically unbearable. And the goddamn net is out. (posting from dans tab). Fuck. The flashback I had just now -I have never been in so much pain in adult life. No idea why I felt the need to post at four am.