januairy:

xuthanasia:

blink-oneeightyjew:

bethe12guideme:

alyy393:

curiositykilledthekitten:

So in love with this.

wow this is good.

My favorite by far.

Favorite thing ever

idk why but I’m crying

fav

Wow

my-silentscreams:

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Why are u so perfect

sick4u:

This is my arm, this picture was captured over a year ago. I rememeber that night as the mutilation, it wasn’t the first time, but It was the last time. I had also burned myself as you can see in the photo above.

At the time it felt good, like it was the only way to reslove my problems, but in the long run it only made things worse. People still ask me what happened to my arm. When I first did it I was embarssed, I lied and told them it was a very bad rash, that it was very raw and itchy, they didn’t believe me of couse, but always dropped the subject.

Sometimes I still want to digress. to go back to this. but then I think, I have enough scars I don’t need more, the last thing i need is to be the freaky girl who cuts herself.

 Sometimes its hard to put feeling down into words but im trying o grasp every emotion I felt when I found this picture on my computer over a year later:

Happiness: that I’ve grow since then, that I don’t need the cruch of a rasor blade and hot lighter to get me through the day, and that my life has been looking up and slowly getting since this day.

Glad: that ive learned new coping skills because life gets harder and more stressful the further get, that I didn’t actually kill myself

Sad: that I let everything boil over so much that this was the only way I could think to make it better.

Fourtante: that a lot of these scars have fadded so much since then

Strong: for not turning back to this even though life has still been crashing waves of dispare and taking away people that I love with the undercurrent

Lucky: to have people in my life that took me in and gave me a bed and a place to grow, letting me heal on my own time

I did not post this picture for attention, because I do not need anymore then I already get for the way I look, I did it to prove a point. As soon as someone posts something depressing a flood of people like/reblog it, mostly because they can relate. I notice it mostly with selfharm posts. It saddens my heart to know so many of you beautiful people who reblogged or liked this photo can relate to  how this feels. that you feel this depressed. That so many people saw this photo and thought to themselves I want this, I have this, I feel this. One, in my eyes, is too many. And no its nothing to be ashamed of, but by the time your heart heals your scars most likely wont have.

I put this picture up without a back story to see how may people would reblog it, when I sarted typeing this this photo had 403 notes, and by the time I was done typing this it had 416.

So to you fourhundred and sixteen people plus, I want you to know you are beautiful, no matter what is making you do this to yourself says to you, you are strong no matter how weak you feel, and you are needed in this world as much as we need the trees to make oxygen. And even though this picture or what I say here in this post isnt going to make you feel and better, or anyless worthless or even any more needed, my only hope is that you will try to think of me next time you push that razor blade into your skin. Remember me as the girl who was weak and broken, and not by her own actions but by the cards the dealer of life had dealt to her and was crushed by the anvil of life and broke ever bone in her heart. as that broken, crushed girl who found away to pick her self up and who was strong enough to seek help and find a place where she could heal. Her names Anastasia Moffatt, and she is a reflection of everyone and what we could all be. I love all of you. Stay strong not just for me or yourself but for the ones who love and adore you.

Wow this is amazing

disconte-nt:

Anxiety