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Cimeries🌾
LICK YOUR WOUNDS 💉 Eu te amo 🌹
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(Source: minuty, via goodreadss)
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I don’t want my kids growing up afraid to tell me things. You drank? Okay. You smoked? Okay. You’re struggling? That’s alright. I want them to be able to talk to me without feeling like they’re going to be punished, so they end up isolating and keeping things from me. I want them to feel safe opening up to me without fear or judgment. When it’s hard to trust anyone nowadays, I want them to know I am always here, even when everyone leaves.
(Source: boys-and-suicide, via cut-and-puff)
Me: I can't do it.
Mom/Dad/Teacher/Friend: Yes, you can.
Me: Oh, my mistake. It's seems I have no idea what my own limitations are but you, as someone who does not know what it's like to have my brain, do. Thank you, I'm all better now
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No matter how long I’ve been clean, the talk of self harm always leads me reaching to my wrists with pain as if the scars are calling out to me to remind me
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