You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
Somebody please message me telling me what book this is from.
this really, really gets to me.
you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better.
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense
This picture, to me, makes me think the blade has done its job, a life has been ended, and now it’s floating away to someone else.
And every time I feel like I want to end my life I remember this photo, and I remember that if I died, maybe, just maybe it would mean someone else because suicidal, turn to blades, and that feeling is so powerful it makes me put the blades down, and sure I cry for a bit and shake but it’s worth it to know I may have saved someone else from the sadness I feel deep within me everyday…
you are so strong and beautiful. i’m so proud of you<3
I honestly cannot believe how powerful this photo is. There’s something about the feeling of a blade to the skin. It’s like a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders. Like everything dark inside you has seeped out.