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borderline-culture-is · 2 months
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bpd culture is having to remove every sharp object in a room before i go in because if you leave me unsupervised with an exacto knife do NOT expect me to come out in one piece
-💫🎶
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oroniusn · 30 days
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Head-canon your comfort characters to have the same shitty coping mechanisms, because you can do whatever you want forever who’s gonna stop you
(I want to hear about y’all’s because I have so many, feel free to reblog/comment and explain them I love to see it :3)
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thethinkingaurora · 1 month
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I’ve just been offered a bracelet stained red with blood
And while that’s cool as fuck I don’t want this person hurting themselves
But it did give me the idea of a book using blood red emblems on it, using my blood
Like, old looking pages (pages stained with coffee or tea) stitched together into a text block, said text block bound in brown leather with a runic decoration in a circular pattern at the front, using blood
Like that would be cool as fuck
It’s like double IKEA effect, you know, the whole thing of “I made this thing so I value it more” except it’s doubled because the emblems and decoration is using my blood
It makes it that much more personal
I know like all of you are gonna say to not do this and not to hurt myself to make this
But I really wanna do it
I’ll probably post more about it on my crafts blog @thecraftingaurora
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st4rb04rd · 4 months
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tw: self harm implied
i tried. i really, really did. i promise. but i was scrolling, and stumbled apon an awareness video. i did some research after that. lo and behold, i'm not clean. i haven't been clean for as long as i said i was. i'm sorry.
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whatisreggieshortfor · 4 months
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One of my best friends decided this was going to be the year of positivity, so I think we should share accomplishments- with the world, or with our friends, or with ourselves. No matter how small.
In honor of that-
Today I trusted myself to pick up the shaving razor for the first time in months.
And my recovery is still going strong, only now with freshly shaven legs 🙏🏻💛
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minusgangtime · 6 months
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(Random another another alternate timeline to the season 3 AU I suddenly thought of-)
(TW: Scars, Implied self harm)
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What if... Beta didn't do his attempt?
Despite the fact he still gave himself cuts with a razor blade, he didn't attempt to stab himself in the stomach. Instead, he isolated himself from not only from Shelby, but from everyone else as well. He just stays in his bunk and lays there with an emotionless expression on his face.
He's... just... there... thinking of what he had done, admitting that everything was his fault... Luckily for the others, he isn't dead, but he isn't quite alive either...
(@ask-the-kitty-crew)
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shining-star-system · 13 days
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“Aw, Shining, please don’t hurt yourself.”
That requires effort I don’t have. Yeah, sure, I’ll think “this is a good solution” and then I think on it and it’s too much fucking effort.
I want motivation, I want to be dunked in a freezing area to finally cool down.
I want to gouge myself on food because I’m a black hole for food but I don’t want to take away food from the rest of the family and I have no motivation to walk my small ass up the stairs to go stare at the fridge and then say it’s not worth it because there’s just canned food and I have no want or desire to open a can, find a bowl, and heat the food up.
I have no motivation to eat or do anything.
Like I don’t even have the motivation to sleep.
No one needs to worry about me harming myself either because I’m a big baby when it comes to pain that I can see and my skin is irritating me enough so I don’t need cuts and scrapes or I’ll probably go feral.
Throttling my grandmother for being the root of my problems. I’d throttle a church but I think all those old geezers are dead. If not, throttling them, too.
Life is an effort and I don’t have the motivation for it, but goddamn it I will live out of spite and off chocolate and watermelon.
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etherealspacejelly · 5 months
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dad guess what
i might be able to go a day without. the pain thing. m i g h t :) so far i have so.. maybe
thats good! well done :)
im very proud of you.
you got this, one step at a time
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traumatizeddfox · 2 years
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yea bro i’m totally fine *hides the box cutter under my bed*
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tears-exe · 7 months
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Another shift another Sui Episode
Text "Capitalism makes me want to die every single fucking day" white text cyan outline new times Roman like font.
Super saturated fucked up purple pink and black weird abandoned McDonald's back ground. Teal blood splatters. Pink box cutter on the left with cyan outline. Middle is an anime girl long wavy white twin tails, light pink and lavender pj's, slippers and bandages. She's clutching a pink stuffed rabbit and outlined in cyan. On the right is pink and white pills with cyan outline.
Tws eyestrain blood blades pills medical self harm implied suicide implied (realized tags is full of venting and hopefully blacklisting will pick up on this)
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masksys · 9 months
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Something that deeply upsets me is that we were told to censor the scars on our arms.
I know it’s triggering, but it’s also triggering to be told to hide some of the only evidence that we went through hell (and still are going through it) and survived. We’re still here, and while it was NOT healthy coping, it’s proof we managed to work through everything and didn’t take away something so confusing and painful (life) cause we felt bad, or cause we couldn’t handle it. (It was hell, but we’re still here and we get to be proud.)
(We deserve to be happy that we’re still here. We’re not proud of how we coped, but we’re proud that we’re still alive.)
-mr addison (i know it’s a different typing style, sal.)
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oroniusn · 19 days
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”I don’t need therapy!!! I’m managing just fine!!!” I say, bleeding on my bedroom floor because someone was a little to dismissive or hateful to me
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st4rb04rd · 2 months
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lost my streak
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kits-ships · 10 months
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the master, touching the stretch marks on olive's thighs: promise you'll stop... for me...
olive: wha-
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minusgangtime · 1 month
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(More Gacha apocalypse stuff cuz why not-)
(TW: Implied self harm)
(Everyone knows that Girlfriend is the healer in the group, but eventually, some people noticed her getting tired.. Is she using too much magic? Is she trying too hard?)
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(Beta really wants life to be back to the way it was. A life where the apocalypse never should've started. As he notices everyone's behavior slowly changing, as well as his sister going insane, he just knows that all of... this... has pushed everyone to their limits. Beta wishes to forget that this ever happened, starting with banging his head and body on the floor and wall like it is going to help... Unbeknowst to him, he was also pushed to his limit..)
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(Don't worry, Beta is fine ;w;)
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shining-star-system · 17 days
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Tw for sh mentions, suicidal ideation, abuse mentions, dehumanization mentions/implied, vent.
I’m an adult in the system, that is… I look like an adult… but I’m not one. I’m an alter that has the mentality of a child cuz that’s… all I ever knew and it takes a toll sometimes, and then it gets… complicated
I don’t always act like a kid or something, if I’m dealing with something and I’m front for the specific thing that I need to be front for, then I can act like a child especially if I’m reliving what I think is trauma
I don’t know if it’s a flash back or not, I don’t know if I’m remembering things
I just know that I get really scared and feel like I’m back in a house that isn’t safe and has abusers in it, that I’m trying to sneak my way through dark corners to get something to eat and that if I get caught, I’ll be punished. If I do something wrong, I’ll be punished
I broke down earlier… and the thoughts of sh and suicide haven’t ever really… been that bad and it felt like I was shutting down completely. It felt like all of my abusers were right, I’m just a broken doll that needs to be controlled. I can’t do anything right so I didn’t see a point in continuing to live
But I know the body has pets and a lover and I just… feel bad
And I enjoyed the comfort that I was given. I just feel like I’ve caused issues still… but I know it’s okay for me to be cared for… though it feels like I’m taking away time from the body’s partner system because im making it about me and that’s not something I should do, it doesn’t need to be about me — I feel guilty that it was
And I know that it’s late and that I should probably sleep but I’m afraid of the nightmares, like I know that with it being freshly bought up that there’ll be nightmares and I don’t think I’m ready for those yet
I can barely deal with the emotions and feelings like I’m there and feeling everything that happened… I don’t like feeling what happens
I feel like my mind is fraying and I keep seeing things that aren’t there, shadows that come and go. I haven’t had any other hallucinations but my head hurts so much
And I do appreciate that the partner was there for us, I really do, and I’m glad that they were there so we didn’t stay in it for too long…but I’m still afraid
I feel like I’ll get hurt if I do something wrong, I know that no one here would hurt me (at least not on purpose) but it feels like I need to sit and wait for food, wait until I’m told that I’m able to eat, that I’ve been good enough to eat, but I’m also not hungry
I haven’t felt hungry for hours…
I don’t want to be here half the time… I think it’s been three months since we’ve physically hurt ourselves, maybe less maybe longer, but the thoughts are still there and they just keep getting worse sometimes
I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what caused it.
I feel like a broken doll with no strings
I can see the figures that hurt me even with my eyes open… I can see the hallways and stairs and doors and everything… I can hear them laughing… I can feel their hands grabbing at me… I can feel so much
But I’ve cried too much and I hate feeling weak and small and like a child… I hate feeling like I’m back there and back as a child… I hate knowing what happened and what was done to me and I can’t do anything to stop it when it starts because it’s been flooding my brain and the longer I mask it the more it hurts…
But I don’t want to be seen as someone that always needs attention even with the PDs we have… it can’t be about me… I don’t want to feel guilty and like I mcausing others harm because I’m dealing with something like this
And I just hate myself for it
I hate myself so much for it
I feel like I’m a wind up box that has that dancer on it, the one that moves, and that dancer is me and my abusers are staring at me from my own mind watching me dance for them again and again without breaks and a never ending loop
I keep seeing things and it freaks me out
I’m afraid that they’ll be able to find me even if they’re no longer alive… I’m so scared
I’ve never been this afraid… for years I’ve never had to deal with the memories and now that I’m in a house that I can heal in… i don’t know what to do anymore
I know the self help is what works the most for us with our anxiety but this is too much too soon and it can’t be about us, I don’t want it to be about us I don’t want to do that to people
I don’t want to make our lover feel like we’re distant and far away so I need to be okay, I have to be
…I wish I was normal…
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