Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
taciturna-r-deactivated20201122
siempre estoy insegura de mi aspecto físico
futuro-etereo-deactivated201909
no se supone que deba sentirme así, sin embargo lo hago
This blog is participating in the protest
There will be no posts tomorrow, Dec. 17th in support of the protest against banning nsfw content (and the ineffective methods employed by staff).
Abrazame durante toda la primavera,
abrazame durante todas las estaciones,
que mi lugar es entre tus brazos,
que te quiero para toda una eternidad.
Creerás que esto es solo un capricho,
y tal vez lo sea,
pero amor mio,
quedate conmigo,
solo por esta vida
porque te necesito
y lo digo enserio.
drowning-in-emptyness
There’s not a single person that would come running if I didn’t answer my phone. No one at all. If I died, no one would care.
A note to my body
I am sorry.
I have cut you, hit you, and burnt you. I have shoved more food into you than you can handle, jammed my fingers down your throat, and starved you for days until all you can see is stars.
I’ve consumed too much alcohol, too many substances, and exercised you into the ground.
But what I am the most sorry for is that I can’t seem to stop… no matter how much I want to be better for you, I don’t know how to stop this self destruction.
And for that, I am truly sorry
voidstitches
The problem with having mental illnesses since being a child is that your whole identity grew around them and you have no idea who you really are.