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not yours, never was

[londonfromparis]

It’s not a big deal anymore, you left - I got over it. I was so angry at you, and then I just wasn’t, because all that anger wasn’t going to bring you back. It wasn’t going to make me feel any better either, so I put you far out of my mind and found a way to be happy without you. I let you go, I moved on, I don’t need an apology from you; it doesn’t matter to me anymore - you don’t matter to me anymore.

[sleepin]

[bnmxfld]

[amxnas-deactivated20200401]

I need to stop falling for the wrong people, it’s damaging my poor heart and weak soul..

[sparklecorpse-deactivated201906]

i dont care if u never listen to me ever again just let me be ur internet dad for just one second: dont start cutting yourselves please ever

[sparklecorpse-deactivated201906]

ok im gonna reblog this again bc i want more ppl to see it?? ive compiled a (by no means complete) list of the things u can expect if u start:

- u cant stop. its a legitimate addiction. there is no ‘seeing what its like’. its soso hard to stop it and believe me, because that was me. i thought i would sate my curiosity but all i did was make my life miserable - everything can become a trigger. someone carved things in a table?? trigger. u get a scratch by accident?? trigger. see something sharp?? yup.  - the scars dont go away and if people see them (and no matter how hard you try, people will see them) they get this awful fucking look on their face like a mixture of disgust and horror and pity  - u have to sit through people making shitty fucking jokes and calling people like you (real, struggling people like you) edgy emos looking for attention and it makes you feel sick but you have to sit there silently - in fact, any conversation about self harm becomes thoroughly uncomfortable because they’ll talk about it like no one in the room has ever gone through it (or, if they know, they’ll glance at you out the corner of their eye when they think you cant see) - any emotion can give you the urges- not just negative. ur body associates the happy feeling with the pain so ur brain is like ‘????? u cant have one without the other??’  - it can have been years. years. you can have stopped and got better and you’ll still feel the urge to hurt yourself and it makes you feel like you haven’t improved at all and you’re still fourteen and hating yourself - (maybe this is just me) but some part of you misses it?? you stopped and you know its horrific but its so difficult to get rid of your blades or whatever you use because you feel so weirdly attached to these things that are so awful and you dont even know why 

god damn i just want yall to understand that you dont have to hurt yourself ever, okay?? just. don’t. trust me.

[prismpom-moved]

I will reblog this every single day.

[timbllr]

[hexxit-deactivated20180526]

does anyone else with intrusive thoughts do that weird dismissive head shake when they get them to kinda like.. reverse/reject the thought or is that just me

[meow-n-save]

Gotta shake your brain like an etch-n-sketch and start over

[childmagazine]

[mrtykom]

[deepfeelsx]

[cocainedaddydaddy-blog]

“Kiss her slowly. Take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her, but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her skirt or shirt, or tangled up in her bra straps. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that yours has ever touched. Kiss her with a curios childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like she’s the brightest star you’ve ever seen. Kiss her like the first and last piece of chocolate you’ll ever taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Pull away, and ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”

— N M H

[drivelikei-do]

i have a huge thing for neck kisses, breathe on my neck and i’m already gone

[understands]

[compulsive]

[fullyhappyvegan]

[summersweeet]

[lovelustquotes]

“After he broke my heart, I began writing about him. I wrote and I wrote and I’ve described him as a hurricane, a drug, my universe. Now that I’ve moved on, I don’t see him in that way anymore. He wasn’t anything above ordinary, he was just a boy. A boy who didn’t want to be with me and that’s that.”

— Megan Lawrence