I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.
"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it.
I like the idea of rubbing lotion on. I’ve never self-harmed, though, so I can’t speak from experience.
Sometimes when I felt upset in high school, I’d go into my room and paint my nails. Everyone in my family dislikes the fumes, so nobody who came in to talk to me would stay for long, and I had an excuse to shut the door. It’s a tedious little task that takes up some of your concentration, and it leaves something you can look at for awhile. I also get satisfaction from chipping off the paint with a fingernail as much as I can before using nail polish remover.
I’d also sort out the jar of loose change that would accumulate in the kitchen, counting how many pennies, nickels, dimes, etc. Sometimes I’d arrange them on my bed. I’m not great at patterns, but I’d sort them by date, which was sometimes pretty cool. I have a wheat penny from before WWII!
The Histoire de Curbes, Pulp Fashion Week Show(lle-de-France, France)
this is so beautiful :’)
mom no. mom. no. mom stoppppp. mom stop. I want to play with my friends
Lenny I’ve told you a hundred times that tommy benson is just bad news. We’re going home.
"I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises."
"He has that timeless quality about him, like a Jack Nicholson or an Al Pacino. He’s going to be a movie star forever." Christopher Nolan