Just a Little Lost...

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angels-that-bleed:

fleeingsouls:

I don’t usually reblog pictures like this, but I had to reblog this one because this is so precious and it’s great to see how much they care for each other just by looking at their embrace, their eyes and their smile.

i want this, i need this, but in the country i live, it’s just impossible

(Source: heroi-ignorad0, via in-s-o-m-n-i-a)

vanillafaces:

The story behind it (again): This is a picture of my arm and my sister’s. She’s the one with the tattoo I’m the one with the scars. I’ve been in a mental hospital for over a year because of selfharm, suicidal thoughts & a depression. Me and my sister always had a really close band. We only had each other but everything changed when I was hospitalised; she was alone and she couldn’t cope with the fact that I was unhappy. She kept blaming herself and tried everything to make me better. She always had to cry when I needed to go back to the hospital. She cried while calling ambulances for me and when she saw my not responding on the bathroom floor. But things got better, because of the hospital but because of her too. I had a reason to live, to exist. I realised I needed to get better because of her. She always told me it was me & her against the world. And believe me we were and we still are. So when I got better I still had all those marks on my arm, it made me sad ofcourse it reminded me of my lows and my demons. My sister saw how it affected my recovery and without I knew any of it she tattooed my birthday on her wrist. I kept asking her why why why. Her answer: ‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’ This picture shows how she pulls me up every time.

vanillafaces:

The story behind it (again): This is a picture of my arm and my sister’s. She’s the one with the tattoo I’m the one with the scars. I’ve been in a mental hospital for over a year because of selfharm, suicidal thoughts & a depression. Me and my sister always had a really close band. We only had each other but everything changed when I was hospitalised; she was alone and she couldn’t cope with the fact that I was unhappy. She kept blaming herself and tried everything to make me better. She always had to cry when I needed to go back to the hospital. She cried while calling ambulances for me and when she saw my not responding on the bathroom floor. But things got better, because of the hospital but because of her too. I had a reason to live, to exist. I realised I needed to get better because of her. She always told me it was me & her against the world. And believe me we were and we still are. So when I got better I still had all those marks on my arm, it made me sad ofcourse it reminded me of my lows and my demons. My sister saw how it affected my recovery and without I knew any of it she tattooed my birthday on her wrist. I kept asking her why why why. Her answer: ‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’ This picture shows how she pulls me up every time.

(via not-her-time)

scarin-q:

dead—rose:

B&w blog

scarin-q:

dead—rose:

B&w blog

(Source: h0lly--miracle)

drinkindarkwhiskey:

pizza:

purgedbones:

Today I overheard to guys talking about self harm. They said it was pathetic, and only emos did it. They said it was all for the attention, and people who cut themselves always showed up their pathetic cuts. 
The sad thing is, I know them. They’re family friend’s, and have been for years. I walked by them, and told them to stop acting so pathetic. They said they knew girls that had cut themselves, so they knew better. I got angry, and told them people who harmed themselves felt worse than they could ever imagine. They laughed in my face, and told me to google self harm pictures and see how pathetic it was.
I walked away, but I came back. I rolled up my sleeves, and I told them to call me pathetic, attention seeking emo. They looked at me, and stopped talking. They just stared at me.
They did not know I was a self harmer, even though they’ve known me since I was kid. Let’s hope their mind changes now.

wow

Reblogged for that ^
Sometimes it takes pure bluntness for someone to realize that someone you know, care about, love may be suffering and they don’t even know it.

drinkindarkwhiskey:

pizza:

purgedbones:

Today I overheard to guys talking about self harm. They said it was pathetic, and only emos did it. They said it was all for the attention, and people who cut themselves always showed up their pathetic cuts. 

The sad thing is, I know them. They’re family friend’s, and have been for years. I walked by them, and told them to stop acting so pathetic. 
They said they knew girls that had cut themselves, so they knew better. I got angry, and told them people who harmed themselves felt worse than they could ever imagine. They laughed in my face, and told me to google self harm pictures and see how pathetic it was.

I walked away, but I came back. I rolled up my sleeves, and I told them to call me pathetic, attention seeking emo. They looked at me, and stopped talking. They just stared at me.

They did not know I was a self harmer, even though they’ve known me since I was kid. Let’s hope their mind changes now.

wow

Reblogged for that ^

Sometimes it takes pure bluntness for someone to realize that someone you know, care about, love may be suffering and they don’t even know it.

(Source: secui, via cuts-all-over-my-wrists)

rikkipoynter:

hamburgerboogie:

Just because I want to fuck you until we both can’t move does not diminish the fact I want to hold your hand and watch movies and build pillow forts with you and go to the store and buy tampons for you when you’re on your lady week.

"When you’re on your lady week."

Someone date this guy already.

(Source: princeburrito, via f-u-c-k--up)

I like how on Tumblr we all have lots of sass but in real life we can’t say hi without fucking up.

(Source: shady-brain-farm, via scarin-q)

baise—vous:

Self Destruction Blog.