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@princessbabymoonxo

hey I'm lexi.
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“Love Me For A Little While Longer You once told me that I was your Goddess, do you remember? Am I still that? Am I still your Goddess or have you grown tired of me? Don’t grow tired of me, please. But I think you already have and there’s no going back now. I think it’s too late. Is it too late? I remember you telling me that the reason people stare at me is because I’m an angel sent from the heavens that now walks along the streets of this city. Almost everything in this city reminds me of you, but I never really knew why. I think everything reminds me of you. Everything beautiful reminds me of you and you remind me of everything beautiful. Will you ever allow yourself to forget me? I won’t. You gave me love, gave me tenderness, gave me pleasure, gave me happiness. I remember I once told you that kissing you caused electric shocks to jolt through my whole entire body and that I didn’t mind the pain. But it was never painful when you touched me. It was soft and fervent and profound. It was all arching backs and trembling thighs and heavy unsteady breaths against your neck and moans that seeped from the edges of my lips into yours. Your hands were big, strong. Manly. And every time I saw you, I had to kiss them. I sometimes catch myself staring at my hands, foolish enough to hope that if I stare long enough, your hands would suddenly happen to wrap themselves around mine. It’s hopeless thinking. It’s futile. What else am I to do but think of the unthinkable and hope for things that I know are not meant for me anymore. I don’t think you’re meant for me anymore but I don’t know how to let go. I’ve let things slip away from me like grains of sand before. But you? I don’t think I could ever permit myself to do so. I don’t think I want to. I’ve held onto you for so long that I fear I’ve allowed part of you to merge into my body and one can only imagine the calamitous consequences of choosing to tear you apart from me. Part of me will be gone too, gone with you. I’m not ready for that. Please don’t let it happen just yet. Let’s wait a little more. Let’s love each other and please each other for a little while longer. Don’t give up on me now. Don’t break me because I no longer possess the fixatives in order to mend myself. It’s all with you and it’s because I gave you everything that I have. I gave you every God damn thing I own and I gave you every God damn bit of me and I don’t think I will ever be able to get anything back. Please love me for a little while longer. Please don’t break me. I’m not ready.”

— S.H

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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

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.

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prismpom

I will reblog this every single day.

Its a bit too late for me, but not for someone else. Please don’t do it. Its a dumb thing to do and you will regret it.

I will never hesitate to reblog this

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whenvesselruled

This is why I promised myself I’d never self harm. This post, right here. I hope it helps others make the same promise.

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.