The Hardest Thing To Cope With Is That The Scars Might Never Fade, I Accept Them For The Most Part, Because

god knew i'd be wayy too powerful if i was stable

no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books

while i admit, ive posted this on my private twitter previously...

has anyone ever noticed how flowers look like fair dresses, in Tinkerbell they use like, flower petals as clothes, but i reckon fairies are smaller than that, i think they wear upsidedown flowers as dresses

I feel like something ppl don’t talk enough about is the fact that sh isn’t just a coping mechanism, but also an addiction. Once you start it is insanely hard to stop and you are more prone to doing other things as well

the hardest thing to cope with is that the scars might never fade, i accept them for the most part, because the people i care about love them as a part of me. but sometimes i struggle to understand that ill never feel safe leaving the house in a singlet.

CW - slightly suggestive under the cut

something that really helps is when my girlfriend kisses my scars or runs her fingers along them telling me shes proud of how far ive come or that im beautiful either way. that really really makes me smile and feel better

I've still got a few habits left over from my ed but my favourite is definitely my affinity for tea, I have 20 different flavours and some of them i can mix together to make a fancy new tea so really ive got like, 25-30 different flavours and that makes me so happy.

Brainrot cringe Sonic and Shadow who doesn’t understand what he’s saying

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

Anxiety/mindfulness tip!

cold showers are so helpful, they force deep breaths and help balance the adrenaline system. most importantly, you can make everyone think youre a badass whos not afraid of anything (cold showers are a scary bikers biggest fear(i would know i, too, own a motorcycle(no i dont)))

draft poem i wrote the other day about self harn and dealing with urges

TW under the cut: sh (burning)

I need it, I crave the pops of the flesh against the almost frozen heat, the metal kissing my skin as flames send that familiar smell to my face. I hunger for the sting of relief. Each time I pull my hand away from something warm that voice in my head says "stay"