'They don’t cut anymore.
That doesn’t mean their sadness and pain has gone away,
it just means they’re bottling it up even more.

Recovery? (via mutilatedmemories)

#depressed #cutting #selfharm

(via imakitten123)

'i love you so much it actually frightens me
i’d gone so long being comfortably numb,
and then you happened
you fucking happened and it changed everything
i don’t know how to love correctly but i swear i’m trying (via catastrophicmemoirs)
'You’re my greatest perhaps.'
— 2:06 am (via wellthenfuckyouover)
'I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone, until that night you kissed me in the parking lot. Your hands searching for skin underneath my jacket, your tongue leaving it’s taste in my mouth. I wanted to give you every bit of me in exchange for all of you.
I’m constantly begging your hands to stain my skin. I want to look at myself and see the shape of your lips and your fingerprints. I want every inch of my body to show that you’ve learned where my hips curve and my muscles tense. You’ve learned where the skin is the smoothest. I want every inch of my body to show that I am yours.


but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

— Growing Up (via extrasad)