I remember someone once told me that I wasn’t a self-harmer because my cuts were on my forearm and not near the vains on my wrist….
What the fuck.
Florence welch in 2007 by Jenny Hardcore
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Famous Spanish fashion designer Manuel Blahnik Rodríguez’ home library, as photographed by Ivan Terestchenko.
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I guess I’m just really scared. I feel really stuck in the middle. Like I’m recovering but I’ll never be 100% better. I won’t be happy. I won’t be happy. I won’t be happy. It’s a constant fear of mine that I’m going to be trapped here, unable to move, unable to say I’m fully recovered. I don’t want to be sad forever, just thinking about it is making me feel sick. I can’t, I won’t but what if I can’t overcome this for good? What if I go bad again? Each time I go back is worse than the last and I don’t think I can take that. No, I can’t. I’m scared, really really scared because I have demons stored in boxes inside my head but i never know which or when they will force their way out. And i have demons chained to my ankles but I never know which or when they will pull me down, down, down.
Oh my god
This is perfection!
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