Tumgik
#selfinflicted
trxshpxnda-xo · 1 year
Text
This is hell. Like literally hell.
I'm falling backwards. I'm literally rotting. This isn't even existing. It's like I'm just dragging my feet waiting for it to end.
147 notes · View notes
eric-sadahire · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
I wake up. I consume media. I wish my life was different. 
I make no effort to change it. I consume more media. I go to sleep.
18 notes · View notes
kaitlin-murphy · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
And finally, some grebes #dance of the hooded grebe #sketch #illustration #<3 Based on my observations for @hoodedgrebe project in #patagonia #argentina 2017 #selfinflicted #artistresidency #studiointheattic https://www.instagram.com/p/BTKnDxnlGeO6LJqWp1wAqMoWdz7lukRSH2h2Kw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
1 note · View note
delphiniumbuds · 1 year
Text
I tend to my garden,
Under the blanket of night.
A steel rake to till the ground,
Whilst roses spring into sight.
A permanent garden.
1 note · View note
thornandfeather · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Self-Inflicted #sketch #selfinflicted https://www.instagram.com/p/CiS_LYrpnqh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
jenniferurdang · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Just a Bad Day #darkthoughts #selfinflicted #letting #crumbling #overwhelm #opressed #depression #anxiety #sad #mentalillness #ptsd #life #depressed #stress #trauma #sadness #pain #broken #hurts #scars #darksideart (at Brookings, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg3ADmlL6Pw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
satanicbagelbite3 · 2 years
Text
My mental health
Tumblr media
0 notes
djmophatt · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Jealousy doesn’t look good on you. When your priorities have not been identified you do some self inflicted things. • #qotd #qoutes #selfinflicted #jealousy #gossip #teamdl #teamdjmophatt https://www.instagram.com/p/CdOYcLrOIfx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
cocteautwinslyrics · 2 months
Text
4 notes · View notes
calliettes-posts · 11 months
Text
Who wants to bet that if Mailin was real, she'd be an insane Taylor Swift stan who'd defend her hanging around and working with VERY questionable/racist/abusive people, and blame the fact that everyone is always focusing on the men/people she surrounds herself with rather than her actual work, all while Ava, Fatou and Nora just stare at her in bewilderment and try to resist the urge to bitchslap her (especially Ava)
Meanwhile Kieu My is observing from afar, shaking her head and wondering how someone sweet and non-confrontational like Fatou could be friends with someone as explosive and impulsive and hypocritical as Mailin, Zoe is regretting ever trying to kindle up a friendship with her and Mailin and is admiring Avas restraint, Yara is just thinking about the future mess Mailin will create that she will have to once again save her from (honestly give her a rest), and Finn is thanking the stars for never actually starting a serious relationship with her (#ripfailin)
Inspired by @mostlyiwant-tobekind
13 notes · View notes
akatusk · 2 months
Text
I want to give him stigmata scars.
1 note · View note
eric-sadahire · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
Self-discipline is tough, because I’m the boss of me,
and the captain runs a real loose ship.
3 notes · View notes
its-my-whump · 7 months
Text
Whumptober 13
No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
“I don’t feel so good.”
Hummingbird 13 📸
(Story starts here, if you like) previous
Constantly more tears of anger, frustration, fear and hopelessness summoning in his eyes and were finally dropping onto his bloody hands. Liquids were mixing and big drops of light and dark red colored the white sheeting, while a wave of despair rolled over him.
Sam was pulled apart by anger and hopelessness. His outburst left him shaking and weak. The closed door seemed to be mocking him. He hadn't eaten in too long. He was thirsty and all of a sudden he was tired again. All of this was so exhausting. His mind was playing him, or were there still remains of those chemicals screwing with his head?
He turned angry again and he needed to challenge that anger, before it faded. If he would let the fear in, he was gonna loose this fight.
Surely this moment prestine shame found a way into his confused mind. What had he told this man in his intoxicated and vulnable state? Had he opened long closed doors and let this man in on his deepest fears? He didn't know.
He felt so violated and used. How could he believe such bullshit? How couldn't he see behind that mask? How could he be so stupid?
Rage and frustration about his own failure and the situation were turned against himself and his desperate pulling at the metal developted into merciless ripping. 'Yeah furious rage. It comes and goes, like the strength in your bones.' That was something a miserable excuse for a teacher once said, when he had bashed in the face of another student. Just because this bastard had intercepted Sam's way home from school with a bunch of his friends. So Sam had retured the favour, when said friends weren't around.
In events like this he was constantly reminded of this stupid sentences, but it did never anything to calm him down.
Sam was tearing his own flesh by now, but he didn't care. Tears of pain and exasperation were flowing fluently, but he really didn't care. The pounding of his heart was really uncomfortable and his ribs ached, but he just didn't care. Sam only wanted to get out, he needed to get out!
But if he had braced himself for a second, he would have recognised, that his self-destructive actions were in vain
Blood was running in constant pumpes down his arms by now. The cuffs were bloodstained and his episode was wearing his energy reserves down. His damn heart was jumbling. His breaths came in strained puffs.
After minutes and minutes of ravishing, he fell back to the cushions, panting even more. His chest was too tight, his breathing too shallow and his pulse too fast. 'Damn, I don't feel too good.' His inner voice was practically pleading at him to stop it and calm down.
His body was completely worn out, and the mental exhaustion was stripping him of everything, that was left.
Sam only now realised, that he was wearing yet another shirt and other pants after his bath. That bastard had changed his clothes again. What else had he done, he couldn't remember?
Not long after his head hit the pillow, Sam drifted off, tightly wrapped into an invisible blanket of shame and despair.
TBC
Hummingbird masterlist
@whumptober-archive
2 notes · View notes
Text
i do not have the energy to be friends with my current irl friends, but i am in no position to unfriend them
1 note · View note
mojoworlddotcom · 10 months
Text
Do you think star ever hoped that this time will be the last him he stabs himself through
1 note · View note
feztheshep · 2 years
Text
what's the adult equivalent of having lunch in your favorite art teacher's classroom to avoid everyone on difficult days
1 note · View note