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.
some thoughts for hot weather
so for theraputic and so on reasons I want to take a picture of my legs and put it on tumblr. because I am self conscious about them and idk, taking pictures helps me feel better.
However, I have self harm cuts and scars and stuff and I don’t want to make people really upset.
WHAT DO I DO?
It’s no secret that I struggle with self-harming and that there have been many many nights that I could not find a reason to live for. It’s a decade long battle for me, but I will NEVER stop fighting it.
It is not easy to post photos of new wounds on new scars on top of old ones, it scares me to share something like this with hundreds of strangers. But I want you all to see that relapsing does not mean that you have lost the fight. It means you are human. To keep fighting and to continue to hold your head up high means you are stronger and more resilient than most people will ever realise.
I believe that with help, there will be less of us thinking of death as a welcome release from daily pain and suffering. There will be less of us who run to a blade or a bottle when no one else will listen.
I believe that this fight can be won. (Taken with Instagram)
I was seriously doubting my courage to post it, but, y’know. i may be insecure, but I think that knowing that other people have issues with this, makes me feel slightly better.
Basically, I’ve tended to get acne on my shoulders/back. which wouldn’t bug me this much. The issue I have more so is that when I get stressed I will scratch at anything on my skin which isn’t smooth. The red dots you see are scabs/scars/etc from my scratching, that cover my back and shoulders.
I spent ages, years, thinking that I was the only one, and nobody else could possibly do that. Then the internet and people I knew came to the rescue, and I realised “actually, yes. People do this, all the time” and I felt slightly more normal (and that is saying something).
There are many, many things on my body I dislike. My weight, my figure, my stretch marks, my scars, all the bits and bobs. and that is okay, because slowly, eventually, I’m coming to accept that in my own way, I’m gorgeous. In my own imperfect, human way.
So, here’s to revealing yourself to the internet as a deformed self-therapy session.