Yeah, but remember…it’s all our fault…it’s all our fault for being weak people. It’s all our fault for not being strong enough to handle things. It’s all our fault for not being able to cope using better methods.
Now excuse me while I go smoke some cigarettes and get drunk.
I just want to see who would date somebody with self harm scars..
This would be the stupidest reason I can think of for refusing to date somebody.
I have plenty on my wrists and thighs. There have been a few in my life who do not look at me with shameful eyes. I hold them dearly :) if you love someone, it’s for their mind and heart, not angry white lines in their flesh. It won’t matter to the one who matters the most to you.
i almost think i’d prefere someone with scars because they would understand what im going through.
Yes I would because I have them too and I’m broken as well
Nobody should ever be denied for their scars. EVER.
All of these comments. All of them
But sadly, there are a lot of people in the world who won’t date, or even be friends with, people who have scares.
It ignorantly scares them, and as they say, “I don’t want to deal with that baggage,” or another personal favorite of mine, “I don’t need that crazy in my life.”
I wanna find a “broken” guy, make them feel special and loved. I know that not just girls who self harm want someone to kiss their scars, guys do too. I want to show them someone understands and someone cares. I want to be that one person that they stop harming for.
It’s true. No one wants to be with or around a broken girl, even your own family.
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I had this genius plan months ago…now that I was finally thin enough to cosplay Poison again, I was going to do it. I was going to strut around Zenkaikon.
Then a couple days ago I was looking at myself in the mirror. I remembered why you had to be thin to cosplay a character like Poison. It was because you showed off a lot of your body…a lot of your flesh…
It was ironically funny. I was now thin enough to Cosplay Poison, but I now had scars covering over every part of me.
It’s probably best I cancel Zenkaikon anyway. I would be there alone for the first time… It will just be more hurt.
My tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl. She was the fairest of them all. Within her house in the woods, she lived with seven dwarfs that never left her side.
One day, there was a knock on the door. A man’s voice called for her. Snow White hushed her dwarfs to the basement, and she stepped outside her house. The man was the most attractive person she had ever laid her bright blue eyes on. You could almost say he was an angel. What was even more enticing though, was the apple he held in his hand.
“I brought you a gift, my dear.” He said to her in an enduring voice.
She took the apple into her grasp and stared at it. It felt so smooth and perfect. It really was a wonderful-looking piece of fruit. The apple sparkled in the warm sunlight, and it was the prettiest red ever! It seemed like it was made just for her.
“Please, enjoy it.”
“Oh, I will, sir!” She bit into the apple, her soft lips cupping it so gently. It was the best thing she had ever tasted—how sweet and supple the apple was. It awoke all her senses. She was so amazed at how one little, simple, thing in the world could make her feel so alive and amazing. For a moment, she even forgot all about her dwarfs.
The man continued to smile as he watched her consume his gift. Snow White was in heaven. The apple filled her up, giving her a fulfillment that she never had once in her life before. She loved that apple. She could honestly say that she loved that single apple more than anything.
Once she was finished, she leaned in close to the man. As she was about to thank him, her breath caught within her throat. She stumbled back, losing her balance. Her head spun. She reached out her hand, hoping that the man would help her, but he just laughed…laughed like a demon.
A piercing pain shot through her entire figure: A pain so deep, that she thought it was impossible for such agony to even exist in the world. “You…..planned this….all along…” She mumbled her last words as the sight of the man became a blur and then blackness.
That candy-coated apple had been poisoned. To think that it was so appetizing and heavenly, when in reality it was really nothing but coated in a false candy.
He told her to enjoy it, just so he could enjoy seeing her fall. It was a cruel joke, indeed.
His apple had killed her.
Later that night, the dwarfs came up from the basement when they didn’t hear any footsteps above. One of them opened the door to see Snow White’s lifeless body. He alerted his companions, and they knew what they had to do in order to save her.
They all carried her to an alter deeper into the woods. They decorated the stand to be just as pretty as Snow White. They laid her down, placing the most precious flowers of the forest around her body.
Word had somehow gotten out to the mainland that there was a girl in the woods. She was missing her soul, but if a prince came and gave her a kiss of life, then they could save her.
Several princes showed up upon this news. They scorned at one another as they saw how gorgeous Snow White was. They all wanted her. They fought one another. After their brawl, they decided that the man with the least amount of bruises could have her, for she was very delicate, and would need a strong person to take care of her.
So, he walked to the alter and leaned over her. He placed his lips close to hers, but paused just before giving her the kiss. He saw the seven dwarfs standing around her as well. Each of them had their names written on their clothing. He read them, and they said:
The prince immediately pulled back and left the woods.
The other men were confused by this. Why didn’t he want her? They wondered.
The next least-beaten prince went to her alter. He, too, saw the dwarfs. “She deserves to be dead.” He said.
The rest of the princes walked over once they heard those words. They understood then as they saw Snow White’s dwarfs. “It would be such a shame to waste a pretty face though.” One of them sighed.
“Just don’t kiss her. Just don’t let her have a life.” Another instructed.
They agreed then, and for the next few hours, days, weeks, months, and years, all the princes and men in the world came to Snow White’s alter. They used her, ruined her flowers, violated her, and raped her, but none of them kissed her.
Some nights I just lie in bed and fantasize about someone who loves me taking as much time as is needed to kiss every one of my scars.
So they acknowledge my struggles and my pain, and it shows their unquestionable love for me their unshakeable desire to fight for me in the face of all of this.
But no one loves a broken girl. They only love her when she pretends to be okay.
ok stuff like this really pisses me off:
majority of the people doing this are middle class girls who’s biggest amount of suffering is their hair straighteners breaking
if you want to raise awareness and stop people killing themselves STOP WRITING ON YOUR FUCKING WRIST, get off your arse and actually HELP people. quite often all people need is someone to talk to.
again majority of the people doing this will forget suicide/depression/bad things even exist tomorrow and will go back to tweeting “lol my hair looks shit i want to kill myself”
stuff like this makes me SO angry no one understands, i’ve seen so many fucking moron girls (who give me shit 24/7 everyday) do this today,
i would love to see their reactions when i tell them i’ve thought about killing myself because of what they do to me.
i’m beyond the point of caring now, i used to hide how i feel but i can’t anymore i know my sister/people from school will see this but to be honest i hope they do so they realise writing love on their wrist will not fucking help
All these pictures are pissing me off…why am I even browsing the tag? Because I’m looking for these types of posts. I’m looking for people to RELATE to. All the pictures seem to be the same…preppy girls, making sure they are wearing yellow shirts that show just the right amount of cleavage, with “love” written on their wrists. Wearing Yellow and writing “love” on your wrist is doing nothing more than joining in another “facebook fad” to be part of the group…~*~something fun to do for a day yay~*~
OF COURSE there are always exceptions that I am seeing, but they are rare…the people participating in this that are also writing blurbs about their loved ones they lost, or posts directed to people they know who are suicidal…but most of this “love” bullshit consists of this being nothing more than another excuse to post a picture ofy yourself on Tumblr here.
Then you get these people writing up posts talking about, “ALL YOU PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT SUICIDE AWARENESS DAY and us writing ‘love’ are pissing me off! We are actually DOING SOMETHING and you’re just sitting on your ass.”
Yet you know what? The people complaining about “this day” are people who are ACTUALLY suicidal or have tried to kill themselves before. So how could you, miss prep girl that wants to do something ~fun~ and ~special~ with her friends for a day, actually KNOW what it feels like to be suicidal?
I am thinking of someone in particular as I write this. Someone who seems like JUST the type to go around wearing all yellow and writing “love” all the way down her wrists. Someone who takes “PRIDE” in doing things like this, as she wore her “autism speaks awareness day” t-shirt in front of me…Yet you know what she does? She calls me crazy, insane, wrote about how she purposely wanted to piss me off one day in particular, and other things that I don’t even feel SAFE to mention.
Then these same people who have done such things to me, called me such names (my sister included); are/were in college to be a special ed. teacher. I would seriously re-think your career if you’re not willing to take the time to understand, work with, and stick up for people who actually HAVE problems. If a girl with autism who is suicidal walks into your classroom one day, are you going to call her crazy? If that same girl is clinging onto her boyfriend, are you going to take the boyfriend aside into the hallway and tell him he shouldn’t be with an “unstable” girl so he doesn’t have deal with her or worry about her? Convince him that he should have a care-free and worry-free life with a normal safe girl, when that may be the ONLY person that could have been helping to save her?
But whatever, it’s not like you’ll actually see this anyway…and I’m sure that if you did, and the fact that I just wrote this, would just be *another* thing that you can point your crazy finger at.
When I go out later, I’m NOT covering up any of my scars.