For some odd reason, I actually miss self-harming.

Not that it’s a good thing, but it used to keep me calm when I was stressed.

I’m not even stressed but I want to cut right now. More on my wrists and arms considering three months ago, when I had not really ‘stopped’, I would cut on my thighs and feel nothing, just watching it bleed and dry up since it actually felt NOTHING.

remember when they all looked like lesbians

5-boys-1-dream:

adios bitchachos.

I’ll be back in the mornin. Love y’all. xx

Phantasy Star.

that is all.

If ever you get to watch me and my brother 24/7, you’d think we’re a pair of homeless men under the influence of magical sugar.

Yes, tbfh, I am still following self-harm blogs and I don’t plan on unfollowing them. Ever.