#tw sh relapse

[gayairdragon]

I want people to worry about me, but I also want to get so bad while nobody notices and just slowly rot away

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[ipawromiseyou]

my hobbies are cutting and cumming

im living my best life

#sh #vent #tw sh relapse #relatable #tw ana shit #shelf harm #tw cvtting #tw self h4rm #tw sh vent

[injuredsoullessfrog]

yum

#grunge #grungecore #edgy #edgy aesthetic #grunge aesthetic #dark grunge #deathcore #aes #aesthetics #aesthetic #mentally fucked #tw sh relapse

[crows-n-conundrums]

my thigh when im ever inconvenienced even just a little bit

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[fleshanddbones]

sh in school bathrooms <<<<

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[anaslostuniverse]

Halloween Th1n$po ✧

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[toxic-bestie]

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[chronicallysurvivedagain]

YOU CAN TELL

From the scars on my arms

And the cracks in my hips

And the dents in my car

And the blisters on my lips

That I'm not the carefullest of guys.

#sh tumblr #styroblr #tw s3lf harm #tw self destruction #tw self destructive behavior #cvutting #fresh cvts #sh relapse #sh thoughts #tw selfhate #sh vent #tw sh relapse #shblr #self destructive behavior #tw cvts

[kitskatskuts]

i am slaying,

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[50shadesofbpd]

Why do I find it so satisfying when the blood soaks through the plaster? I must be fucked up, but it just feels like everything I hate about myself is seeping out my body and in that moment, I am briefly calm.

#baby cvts #cvtt1ng #fresh cvts #sewer slide #sewerslidal #sh thoughts #sh twt #shblr #slef harm #tw sh relapse

[sadsayu]

cat scratch - venti x self harming reader

IN WHICH; you forgot about the bloodstains.

WARNINGS! major trigger warnings for self harm (cutting), dead dove — do not eat.

g/n reader

A/N! don’t do what i do

you rummaged through your medicine cabinet, pulling out all types of bottles until you found the one you were searching for.

it looked like a regular bottle of pain-relievers, bought from the cathedral.

however, the contents were not the kind of pain relievers that you would expect.

pressing down and twisting it open, the glint of light reflecting on the pencil sharpeners made them look heavenly. almost welcoming.

smiling, you dumped them into your hand— shining each into the light to find the cleanest one.

satisfied with the one you chose, you tugged up your sleeve.

the blood didn’t show at first, but soon enough it was dripping down your arm. the marks you left hardly even hurt— it made you want, no, need to do even more.

as the dripping blood began to dry, finished with one last cut and slipped the blade back into the bottle. staring at it for a few more minutes made you forget your problems. it was a beautiful sight— and with the lack of blood clouding your head, you smiled once again.

you ran your arm under the sink water, the sting hurting even more than the actual act of cutting, and pulled your sleeve back over your bloodied arm.

you could wrap it later, now— all you wanted to do was sleep.

“hellooo, windblume?” venti asked, knocking on your door. “you there?”

fuck.

you forgot about venti.

“windblume?” he said, his voice slightly muffled through the door.

you stood upright, panic flowing through your veins.

“venti? i’m sorry, i slept in!” you said.

you sprinted into your bathroom, almost knocking the door down as you shakily removed any evidence of the night before. you pushed the bottle of blades to the back of your medicine cabinet, wiping the blood stains from your sink.

“love? are you okay?” he said, his voice laced with concern.

“yes, i’m fine!”

the stains wouldn’t budge, where was the hydrogen peroxide?

“i’m coming in, okay?” venti said, the soft rustle of his key making you rub the stains even more aggressively than before.

you needed the peroxide— if venti saw…

“love?” venti said. he stood in the doorframe of your bathroom, eyeing your figure closely.

you looked up slightly and stared at him back through the mirror.

venti walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and peeling you away from the sink. his breath was caught in his throat when he saw the blood.

“i had a bloody nose.” you said. the smile you wore to convince him did not reach your eyes.

venti hummed, spinning you around to get a better look at your face. he held your arms gently, as if the slightest bit of pressure would make your body break.

still, the feeling of your sleeves pressing farther into the cuts made you wince.

venti was alarmed by this, looking into your eyes before looking down to your arms.

“love?”

you avoided his concerned gaze, moving to stare at the door instead. maybe you could rip your arms away from his hold and sprint to the door, throwing it open, running to the barbatos statue and throwing yourself off of it.

his eyes widened when he saw the crimson red stains that littered your arms, where the blood soaked through the thin clothing.

venti let go of your arms hastily, covering his mouth with his hands. his eyes welled up in tears as he stared at you in horror and disbelief.

you wrapped your arms around your stomach, backing away from him.

“i won’t force you to show me what’s under your sleeves… but i can’t help you if i can’t see them, my love.” venti says carefully.

you nodded.

your heart pounded so loudly in your chest, you were surprised that venti couldn’t hear it. slowly, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt to reveal your arms.

“please don’t be mad..”

bloody, wide, gory cuts littered your arms. they painted your arm red and dried into a brown scab, which looked even more painful than they were.

venti’s heart dropped.

he knew what he was expecting, but he could never had imagined this.

he knew he was crying, and he knew that his legs were about to give out, he knew that he felt like he was going to vomit— but his first priority was you.

he shook the other thoughts from his mind and took out the first aid kit that you had. he wiped the dried blood and debris, making sure there was no infections and softly rubbing ointment on them. he wrapped them in bandages, more carefully then you ever would.

tears rolled down your face endlessly as he worked.

venti led you to sit on the floor and hugged you close, holding you tight as if you would slip away if he didn’t.

he let you cry into your shoulder, rubbing circles into your back, leaving most of what he wanted to say unspoken.

“it’s okay, let it all out. we’ll talk about this later.”

and you did.

© sadsayu 2022

#’s

#genshin comfort #genshin x reader #venti comfort #venti the bard #genshin impact venti #venti fluff #self h@rm #tw shelf harm #tw sh relapse

[injuredsoullessfrog]

hehe

#cvtt1ng #tw cvtting #tw sh relapse #s3lf harn #self h@te #self h@rm #tw shelf harm #tw relaspe #mentally fucked #mentally ill #mental breakdown

[crows-n-conundrums]

tw sui ideation, hospital mention

saying i was hospitalized isn’t enough, i need people to know i was so low i wanted to off myself, that i was so throughly destroyed inside that i contemplated destroying my physical form too.

#988blr #shblr #styrotumblr #styroblr #baby styro #cvutting #tw sh vent #tw shelf harm #styro cvts #baby cvts #tw sh relapse #sh vent #tw sh related #sh relapse #shelf harm #beansblr #sewerslidal #sewercide

[lxv3s1ck]

CW: Self Harm vent

I’m so close to relapsing into self harm. I just need something to take my mind off everything for a minute. I just want to take a razor blade and give myself a few cuts. I’m almost 2 years clean but I don’t know if I can take it anymore.

Update: I relapsed 😕

#tw depressing stuff #depressing shit #anxious #self mutalition #styr0 #styrotumblr #baby cvts #tw cvtting #tw depression #tw sh in tags #tw sh relapse #tw sh vent #sh #sh mention #sh thoughts #sh vent #shtumblr #self destruction #self h@rm

[vampkillr]

Scars — Matt Murdock

Tw: Self harm, description of relapse

gn! reader — 1.1k words — hurt/comfort — this fic was written true to my personal experience with self harm. i am not romanticizing this topic. do not read this if you are trying to have some deranged fantasy of it. the descriptions in this fic may be triggering to some readers. please do not continue reading if this topic will impact your mental health. your health and safety are of utmost importance to me.

My scars were different than his. They told the tale of a different battle. A different addiction. I wasn't a hero like him. He couldn't see the war I was fighting. In a way I was grateful for it. The safety his lack of vision provided. I didn't have to hide myself. There weren't words to describe why I did it. A pain so deep in my bones I had to dig for it. To let it bleed out and let the pressure build once more, only to start the process all over again. With Matt I had to be careful. I had to make sure he couldn't hear it. Smell it. Taste it. This, of course was just a matter of making sure he wasn't there. Everything else was secondary so long as my arm was covered.

It became a ritual. Every night after work to come home and fight the urge. To wait and wait— maybe make a few days clean only to ultimately cave in to that voice in my head. To fill the emptiness on my skin. Once again I found myself staring at my wrist. Blade in hand. Guilt beginning to whisper my name, but the voice louder. How they looked too shallow. How they were all starting to heal. Picking apart the empty spaces and shaming me for not having filled them. It was almost artistic, the lines I placed on myself. Picking and choosing exactly where it was I wanted my blood to spill— and as I started to bleed, I remembered why I loved it so much. I felt warmth. Comfort. My skin cried in a way I couldn't. It dripped. Beaded. It gave me an ache that reminded me I had a heartbeat.

A knock at the bathroom door and the frantic shaking of the doorknob brought me to reality. To regret and disappointment. Ripped away from the peace I had created for myself. “Open the door!” Matthew's voice cut through the wood that separated us. Shit. I took my time getting up, pressing my already bloody cloth onto my arm and going to let Matt in. The second the door was unlocked he barreled through, grabbing me and holding me as tight as he could. “I thought—” His cheek against my head, lips brushing against my ear. “I thought you were trying to kill yourself I couldn't—” I could feel the panic in his chest. In the way he couldn't finish his sentence. “All I could smell was your blood.”

I felt gutted. I scared my only sanctuary. I ruined the safety I found in his normalcy. He knew now the very thing I was trying to hide. “Matthew,” I spoke low, gently trying to coax him off of me. “I'm alright.” I dreaded the possible conversation this would spark. I didn't want him to try to make himself my saint. There was nothing he could tell me that I haven't already heard. He backed away only to hold my arm out for him to analyze. He shut the toilet lid and sat me down, washing his hands and taking the time to pick a thick enough rag. For a minute we stayed silent as he put pressure against my arm, the air of disappointment choking us both. I could see how upset he was. I was upset too. "I'm sorry.” I whispered.

“I didn't know how to talk to you about it....” My eyes trailed his form, the way he towered over me like this. “I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it.” He sighed. “I just want you to be okay.”

“I am.” I tried to reassure him. To reassure myself. We both knew I was lying. I had an issue. A problem that has rooted itself so deep in my brain that I didn't see an end to it. It clouded my vision. My judgement. He let go of my arm, placing both bloody rags in my sink and going on a journey to find my bandages. “I'll get them.” He moved away and I reached for everything I needed, rinsing my arm off and drying it first. Three big band-aids later and I was good as new. I walked over to the couch while Matt made his way to the bar— the light from that god-awful sign outside being the only thing illuminating my path. A purple hue seeping through the vaguely clouded panes, painting the entire room and everything in it. I sat down and he placed a glass of water on the coffee table before sitting across from me. Silence consumed us. Nothing could fix what just happened. There was no space for the conversation to change. A stagnation that neither of us knew how to address. “So you knew?” My voice low.

“The whole time.” His confirmation made me want to sink into myself. Going this long without talking about it, it was no wonder he thought I was trying to die. There was no reason to believe otherwise. “I didn't want to upset you.... I thought you'd come to me when you were ready.” Every time he'd touch me. Every time he'd graze my wrists. Pretending to believe my lies about how they were all old scars. With each question of ‘they're still old?’ he gave me the chance to come forward. With each ‘yes’ I let him know I didn't want to.

“I don't know why I do it.” My arm ached. It hurt worse than before because of how tight Matt was gripping the rag to my arm. “I'm hurting..... I just can't explain how.” I sighed and he got up, coming around to sit next to me on the couch. “A suffering I have to show myself just to know it's real. Maybe I do it just to see myself heal in a way that my brain can't. I don't know.” His hand went to my back. The pressure soothing. “I just can't help myself sometimes. I can't stop.” I leaned over, head in my hands. I just wanted today to be over with.

“Let's go to bed.” Matt gently pulled me off the couch and led me to our room. I didn't have the fight in me to try and stay up any longer. He stripped himself of his black outfit and got under the covers. I followed shortly after, relaxing into his arms as he held me. “I love you.” I didn't have to say anything for him to know that I loved him too. He could feel it. The heat on my skin. My heartbeat. The warmth he covered me in was enough to lull me to sleep. I drifted off surrounded by him.

u definitely do not have to reblog this !! please don't unnecessarily trigger anyone. i wrote this pretty much to comfort myself so i definitely understand if it doesn't get many notes.

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[jobackmanhorsesworld]

i only feel pretty when i'm hungry or when i make myself bleed

#tw ed vent #bpd #tw ana relapse #tw sh relapse