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hoetani · 2 years
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Hey, may I request Rindou with an insecure girlfriend because she's chubby and with selfhsrm scars (body stretches if you are uncomfortable with it)? Something fluff but also a bit spicy pls 👀
Thank you
Hello!! Sorry this is so late 😩 but it's finally done, hope you enjoy it!
Click here to read the post and thanks for requesting! <3
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blank-minds-sorry · 2 years
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I often wonder if you still think about me. I think about you every day. And though it hurts it's for the best. I just wish you would send me some sign that you miss me too.
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roseeoverdxse · 3 years
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If there is anyone on tumblr that has never self harmed; I urge you- please don’t start. It’ll ruin you forever. It’s so addictive it’ll become your only option when you feel any emotion, they’ll become deeper and deeper until you can’t stop. You’ll lose people you care about deeply and all because you wanted to hurt yourself, I’m saying this because this is what happened to me. You all deserve the world, take care of yourself lovelies, you all deserve it 🥺
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lusciouspimp · 5 years
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I don't let very many people into my life. So if yours a part of it, just know that I value you and you mean a lot to me. #suicideprevention #depression #socialanxietydisorder #live your life #koveyourself #instagood #likeforlike #followforfollow #selfhsrm (at Shenton Park, Western Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxyQf3mnu1j/?igshid=rzk7xvv2xke
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greyeddaisychains · 2 years
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I sometimes question whether I really got better or if I was just able to push everything deep down after quitting all the things I used to selfdestruct like alcohol and drugs and selfhsrm and make it easier to pretend. Because like it would explain why everything keeps breaking down again and again. If I never really got better but only got better at pushing the things down and out of reach until they resurface and told myself that's being okay.
Like when I think about it, I had 3ish months of trauma therapy or more like 3ish months where I tried to talk about it and a therapist listened but during that time I also had to cope with the therapist before that telling me that it didn't seem like I was traumatised when I was barely able to talk about what I wrote down in the trauma diary and ever since that situation it felt like 2 parts in me fighting, the part that was like "she's right we're not traumatised" and the part that wants to stop existing whenever I think too hard about my childhood and early teenager years and just desperately wants to be seen and for the trauma I lived through to be taken seriously.
And I have to ask myself did I really get better or did I just get better better at pretending and telling myself that it doesn't bother me anymore? Because most of the time when I actually think about it and the way that I am and the way that everything keeps crashing down I feel like it's the second option. Highly functioning with too much unresolved trauma that keeps resurfacing
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mantalillness · 2 years
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worrying about selfhsrm being haram and that id end up in jahannum for it then over eating is also haram that id end up in jahannum then trying to start drugs to escape but that’s also haram how the fuck sm i suppose to escape from all this then ????????
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pancourse · 6 years
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dont rb vent in tagz
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derpyhappysloth · 10 years
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Before you make that first cut
TRIGGER WARNING. Before you make that first cut remember. You will enjoy this. You will find the blood and pain release addictive. Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren’t deep and will heal easily, they will get deeper. They will scar. They will sometimes take months to heal. And years for the scars to fade. If you think you can limit the cutting to one area of your body think again. It will spread when you run out of skin. Be prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame. Even if you are the most honest person ever to live you will find yourself lying to the people you love. You will jerk back from your friends when they touch you as if their hands were dipped in poison. You will be terrified that they will feel something under the cloth of your shirt, or just because it just plain hurts so much to be touched. Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut because you don’t know how bad it will be. Just wait for 10 cuts to turn into 100… Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around cutting, and thinking about cutting, cutting and covering up cutting. And just wait until that first time you cut “too deep”. And you freak because the blood won’t stop, and you are gaping, ad you feel yourself shaking all over. You are having a panic attack and you are terrified but you can’t tell anyone. So you sit there alone, praying it will be okay and swearing you’ll never let it go this far again. But you will; and further. Don’t worry, you will learn how to take care of your cuts so that you can go deeper and deeper and avoid a trip to the ER. You will lie to yourself and justify it when you find yourself spending 10, 20, 30 dollars every time you go into the store. You will feel the flutter of your heart beat every time you go to the counter. Butterfly strips, 3 or 4 kinds of dressings, wound tape, antibiotic cream, medical tape, and scar reducers. You will tap your foot impatiently hoping the line will move on and that no one will stare at you or wonder why you need all these things. And at the same time secretly hope that someone will notice… someone who is standing in line with an armful of the same supplies. Someone who understands. But of course that never happens. Medical supplies won’t be the only thing you spend all your money on. Be prepared to buy a new wardrobe. Long sleeve shirts in summer colors, bracelets, wristbands, boots, gloves the list goes on and on. You will start looking at every one in a different way. Scanning their bodies for any signs of self harming, just hoping that you might meet someone like you so you don’t feel so terribly alone. You won’t even think about it as you eyes scan their wrists, arms, hoping, just hoping that you might meet someone like you. But they are not. You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone. You will start doing alot of things alone. You will always have to wash your laundry in private so that no one sees the blood stains on your clothes and towels. You will always be cleaning up the blood. Scrubbing your bathroom floor, wiping the blood off your keyboard. You won’t be able to make it through a day without cutting. Next thing you know you’re locked in a bathroom stall somewhere breaking open a scar with a sewing needle you keep in your purse for emergencies. When you get really desperate anything can be a cutting tool. Scissors, car keys, needles, even a pen. It doesn't really matter what if you need to cut bad enough you’ll find something. Say goodbye to the things you took for granted. Like wearing shorts or sandals, pedicures and sleeveless tops. A normal summer day at the beach or the swimming pool will become a far off memory to you. And remember to be ready to itch. Because you will itch and itch so much that you look like you have fleas or a skin disease. You will become an expert on your own body as you destroy it carefully. You will dream about cutting. You will dream about being exposed. It will haunt you day and night and take over your life. You will wish you never made that first cut because you will absolutely hate cutting; but at the same time you love it and cannot live without it.
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blank-minds-sorry · 2 years
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When you touch me, it's not you touching me, it's him touching me, and that scares the hell out of me.
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roseeoverdxse · 3 years
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Why do I want to be sick, never-mind- I am sick. I want to be so thin that I am just bones... that should be wrong, so why isn’t it wrong to me? Eating is a normal task to everyone else, they get up they eat breakfast lunch and dinner but I find it so fucking hard. If I’m not fasting I’m bingeing and if I’m not bingeing I’m absolutely distraught crying on the floor, looking in the mirror thinking why I do this to myself. If I’m not eating I’m self harming, even if I am eating I’m still self harming because you see- this is an addiction, an addiction I can’t seem to shake. it’s everywhere I look it’s on the streets it’s that girl who’s skinnier and prettier than me it’s my family members it’s me. I am it. It consumes me. It’s my only friend.
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conquerinqs · 11 years
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