December 2011
221 posts
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Cut one of my microdermals out.
I remember the first time I thought of suicide.
Perfected.
I am diseased. I was dead even before my...
Someone take me out tonight. My veins are filled...
Ohmygod someone come save me. Fuck. This....
I have kissed 51 people this year.
(That I can remember…)
I can't even remember this year...
I guess I was still in school this time last year? I can hardly remember.
There were lots of important people in my life who I have lost. Daniel, for one. He was important to me, even if I pretend most times he wasn’t. Felicia, she stuck with me for a long time too, but then, when she started university we fell out of touch. There was Ardiana and Kelvin. Samad and Robbie, who taught me to...
You can see the burns.
Hideous.
Plan for tomorrow night;
Stay sober. Dress in my new long sleeve orange shirt. Do my hair and my make-up beautifully. Take my camera. Dance. Stay positive. Love and be loved.
Tumblr guess what! I found my tattoo boy...
His name is Tom. The one I met at the club.
His tattoos. I wish I hadn't been so drunk, I wish...
There are bruises all over my body from monday.
I fell down so many times. And bruises on my neck that I can’t remember getting.
Cry for help.
Monday night at the bar. Sobbing, screaming. A girl came and took my hands, kissed me, kissed my cuts. A boy took me outside to talk, I put out a cigarette on my wrist. Two boys stuck with me, one of them had tattoos all up his arms. He told me he got them to cover his scars. So many tears that night. But so much love.
Dear Mom; I am not going to hurt myself until all...
I can't believe it.
Woke up drunk. And I have never, ever, ever, ever,...
"You should wear long sleeves tonight."
Fuck you, I am fucking going to a fucking club on a fucking monday. I can wear whatever the fuck I want. And if those motherfuckers have a problem with me, then fuck them. How is this hurting them?
If I stop moving I'll die.
But it hurts.
Aren't you excited? She's going to bleed out in...
Fuck living.
I want to drink till I can't feel.
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Questions for my followers;
I’ve been wondering this for a while, but:
Would you say (based on the photos you have seen me post), would you say my self-harm is moderate, stereotypical, or major?
Based on the frequency that I cut, what would you rate my self-harm as on a scale of 1-10? (With 10 being I need to be hospitalized for it?)
Please answer here or send me a message at http://playingwithrazors.tumblr.com/ask...
Anonymous asked: Where do you get the big razor blades?? I only have the small thin ones
Anonymous asked: Not Tumblr famous, but noticed on Tumblr. And cared for, if you made a post about committing suicide you'd get a response from people.
Anonymous asked: How did you get to be tumblr famous?
Anonymous asked: did you delete the post that people are talking about, the one with tips for deeper? I'm not meaning to attacking you or anything I'm just curious because I can't see it on your page.
Anonymous asked: Are you afraid of going to deep ? How do you not flinch when you do
Saw this movie, loved it.
Cause it is so…unrealistic. And I love cowboy movies. And it was so…scary, for my simple mind. (: Hehe.
windysunshine asked: A message from me to your anons: How do you know we are "freaks", that we are the sick ones. Can we be called sick for enduring FEELING in life? Maybe you are the sick ones for not feeling, and not THINKING. I self-harm, too... and it's because of how SICK the rest of the world is, not that my life sucks. So shut it, you are the sick, dumb ones, for not THINKING and not FEELING. If...
How would you commit suicide?
Run into the street, late night, busy street. Stopping traffic. Screaming. I hate you all. I hate this place. Someone fucking save me. Please. Help me. I need help. I don’t want your fucking help. I’m sick of your fucking therapy, it isn’t helping. Drunk, with a stomach full of pills. A hand full of razors. Run them down my arm. As people stare. As they honk their horns. No...
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Sunkissed Stitches: November21, 2010. →
sunkissedstitches:
“you are my past , my present , my future . i see you behind my eyes when i look in the mirror , i can see your smile in my pictures . hear your darkness in my laughter . i pretend that i am over you . i wake up each morning prepared to live a lie . it’s your blood racing through these…
Say you'll miss me.
Because that is the only thing keeping me here these days.
When people find out I cut myself they always...
I’m not like the others.
They are different, yes.
But I think I am even more different.
No, I do not hate myself. I don’t think I’m ugly. I don’t think I’m fat. My family is perfect, and has been 100% stable my entire life. I was never raped, sexually assaulted, abused in anyway (physically or mentally). I have always had friends. I had amazing grades all...
Anonymous asked: freak.
Anonymous asked: why would you post that? about the deep cuts?
Anonymous asked: Your giving tips on how to cut? Your sick...
Words cannot express how much of a danger I am to...
