saverockandroll-antithesis-deac

hateruess:

yo fuck anyone who doesn’t want you in their life and fuck anyone who treats you bad and fuck anyone who breaks your heart because they’re all fuckin losers and they’re definitely not worth your time because your time is precious and the only people who deserve it are people who treat you right and are nice and don’t lie to you and buy you ice cream.

ostraclsm
i-cant-feel-anything-but-sadness:

weary—soul:

i-wishyouknew:

pain-before-pleasure:

Self harm is serious. Five cuts or a hundred, scratches or deep wounds, barley visible or scars for life. The pain of a person who takes that blade to their skin is not determined by the seriousness of their scars. They all kill their pain with pain. Every cut tells a story, and behind every single one of them lies more pain than someone from the outside could ever begin to understand. The smallest scratch can hold hours of tears and hatred; the frustration and hopelessness can’t be measured in blood. They will all see their reflection in the mirror and every day be reminded of what they have done to themselves. They will all make excuses for wearing long sleeves or not going for a swim. They will all know both the relieves and the regrets of this brutal addiction. Self harm is a disease of the mind, and the amount of scars on the outside does not show the amount of suffering on the inside.

^^Realist fucking thing I’ve heard in my life.

this is so worthy of its notes!

i-cant-feel-anything-but-sadness:

weary—soul:

i-wishyouknew:

pain-before-pleasure:

Self harm is serious. Five cuts or a hundred, scratches or deep wounds, barley visible or scars for life. The pain of a person who takes that blade to their skin is not determined by the seriousness of their scars. They all kill their pain with pain. Every cut tells a story, and behind every single one of them lies more pain than someone from the outside could ever begin to understand. The smallest scratch can hold hours of tears and hatred; the frustration and hopelessness can’t be measured in blood. They will all see their reflection in the mirror and every day be reminded of what they have done to themselves. They will all make excuses for wearing long sleeves or not going for a swim. They will all know both the relieves and the regrets of this brutal addiction. Self harm is a disease of the mind, and the amount of scars on the outside does not show the amount of suffering on the inside.

^^Realist fucking thing I’ve heard in my life.

this is so worthy of its notes!