Silly 18 year old girl from Australia. Interested in D/S, gore, Hellsing, music, art, and a bunch of other stuff.
Happy to be Giles' pet.
There will be porn, nudity, gore, and a bunch of other nsfw stuff. Don't say I didn't warn you.
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
(x)You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
Yeah.How I feel almost every night. D:
the finger puppets one was my favorite
ahahaha I want to stab myself in the stomach over and over and over today has just been really shit I want Giles and I want cuddles and I hate this fucking house and this fucking woman.
I know this doesn’t go with my blog, but me and my best friend just got tattoos. We’ve both struggled with depression and self harm and this is our sign of recovery. What you see is a seratonin molecule. This is the chemical that a brain lacks when someone is depressed. Now we’re on our road to a permanent recovery. I’m proud of us. I absolutely love these
SORRY GUYS BUT THIS IS AMAZING. I DON’T REALLY CARE IF I LOSE FOLLOWERS OVER THIS ONE POST.