#healing wounds

[manpleblog]

computer lesbianism

[whumpcave]

Whumpuary 2025

1)"This will hurt"

Cw: Blood, wounds

Whumpee was still, they had stopped breathing, they were purely focused on the gentle touch of caretaker's hand. They weren't used to the softness, used to being touched without aggression. Caretaker's hand hovered over the wound.

"Okay, o-okay, I'm gonna apply some pressure to stop the bleeding, alright? Remember to keep breathing for me whumpee." Whumpee inhaled, shuddering, wide eyed. "Alright, I'm going to press down now, this will hurt."

Whumpee braced, biting their lip. The pain came in a wave, spreading across their whole arm. Blood oozed out, wasn't it meant to stop?

Whumpee started panicking, the blood was too much, everything was too much.

"Stop it! Please! Make it- make it stop!" Whumpee hiccuped, tears spilling.

"Shhhh- Shhh, please whumpee. I know, I know- I'm so so sorry."

Before long the bleeding stopped, whumpee was still shaking, their face wet.

"You're doing so well for me whumpee, I'm just going to clean it with some water. Just a little longer, okay?" Caretaker's voice was shaky, laced with nerves.

Whumpee nodded, licking their now bleeding lip.

Caretaker wiped at the wound with a damp cloth, it stung, but it was bearable. When caretaker was done they covered it with a bandage. It was finally over.

Caretaker kissed whumpee on the forehead, their eyes were wet, they smiled. "There we go whumpee. It's done."

Caretaker was always so gentle, whumpee hiccuped.

They were safe now.

[monikamonik]

・ೃ⁀➷𓂃・❥・𓂃♡꙳𓂂•.

"Time doesn't heal wounds. All our mental wounds are healed only by ourselves and only within ourselves. Time only gives us its space so that we can heal them at our own pace."

Izabela Raczyńska

[slwasabila]

“My dear, why you swallow their cruel words like poison, letting them settle in your mind—trapped, rotting, breaking you apart, piece by piece?”

[lizsimsposes]

Tending Wounds - Free pose pack

Hello now available on my Patreon this pose pack of a tending wounds scene inspired from this scene in spiderman and from a commision, I hope it can be of help for anyone that needs it

I am not a pro, I am learning so there might be some imperfections, but I share my poses just in case they can be useful for someone, so they are always free :)

@ts4-poses

[gothicm0rph]

jesli szukacie czegos na blizny po sh-polecam retinol. ja mam 1% z nacomi(po taniosci) i uzywam jakos 3-4 tygodnie i serio widze roznice. wydaje mi sie ze sa jasniejsze i jakby bardziej gladkie? w kazdym badz razie z bliznami do styro sobie radzi na glebszych jeszcze nie testowalam bo mi sie dalej babraja

[remh-oldsoullikemine]

"Just give up"

Give into the fear that holds you down,

and makes you dead inside.

You know it will always find you.

So why even bother to hide?

It makes me laugh,

you think you could ever get away.

But, it's alright, I needed that.

It's been one of those days.

Go on now, tell me again,

how you think you have a chance.

I didn't realize you did stand up,

do you also sing and dance?

Stop pretending and wake up,

you're just wasting everyone's time.

Forget about a ladder,

you can't even get in line!

Go ahead then, give it your best,

and when you finally see, I'm right...

You'll be broken in and ready

to give up this useless fight.

[manpleblog]

[journey-to-balance]

What you heal in yourself, you heal in your family line.

However, as you focus on clearing your generational trauma, do not forget to claim your generational strengths. Your ancestors gave you more than just wounds.

Reflections, Our Journey to Balance

[slwasabila]

Oh love, how ironic. They swear they are different, yet they leave the same scars. They promise not to become "them," yet they carve their names into our deepest wounds.

[ruminate88]

Healing and Accepting Yourself 🌹

1/15/25 learning to love yourself

First off, I’ve never felt comfortable to say “I love myself” cuz I’ve always had the mindset I have to be “humble” but self-loathing is bad and is a real thing. I’ve hated myself too long!! In my past, I would pull on my hair almost to pull it out 😓 I felt sooooo ugly and worthless.

The way I wouldn’t eat but then suddenly I’m shoving a bag of chips down my throat till I’m too full. Also, I only drank mountain dew back then 😝 also was drowning myself in porn trying to make myself “feel better”. That’s all real and so unhealthy. Also I was unknowingly in toxic relationships… I never knew anything about emotional abuse. Never even heard of it. I knew the men I talked to online were “opinionated” and seemingly have all this “advice” to give me but noooow I understand it was criticism ❤️‍🩹 I thought getting all the attention from those men was fun or good but yet they ultimately all hurt me in same way. Attention is not love and sadly it was negative attention as these men objectify me and treat me disrespectfully. (I allowed it)

I wore too much makeup back then. Often wore black and grey eyeshadow trying to feel pretty but I was truly emo. Especially when I was talking to my ex Andrew, the way he had me anxious and on egg shells constantly. I put on so much dark eyeshadow that a dear lady I love says to me, “sweetie, you’re too pretty for all that dark eyeshadow” 🥺🌹 she’s sooo sweet I know she loves me but I was so hard on myself!!!

Sadly I wanted the approval of these men to validate if I’m pretty or good enough because I think they’re extremely handsome men and so smart cuz of being in college (one of them had countless awards) HAH 💔😢 but they invalidate me and put me down. They get my nudes, talk dirty to me but yet shove me away and make me feel so bad. The way they seemingly “hate me” and I feel it deep down until I believe it and so I hate myself too 🌹

On this journey I’m learning I’ve gotta accept myself. Flaws and all. Accept what happened and how it changed me. Yes, it changed me. I see the world much different now. I’m becoming “self aware” but doesn’t mean I know it all and am suddenly perfect haha I’m just aware of my problems and areas of where I need help. Where I’ve went wrong in the past and how I can learn from my mistakes ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🌹

I’ve since gotten in a healthier relationship, now I eat a little better, I’ve given up all Mountain Dew/pop and I’m not anxious like I was but nothing is fixed over night. I’m actively trying to understand myself and my past. Trying to learn lessons and grow. Some days all I can take is a baby step and then other days I find I can take bigger steps ❤️‍🩹🌹 Gotta be patient with yourself!

I hope whoever finds this that you also are taking better care of yourself too and learning to accept yourself. YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE YOURSELF! 🙏🏻 It’s easy for me to cheer others on but not do the same for me. I’ve never been my own cheerleader before 😝 it’s weird but I’m trying!! Also, I know I’m at a place where I’m struggling to share my feelings with anyone close to me ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🌹 I know I need to open up more 🥺 I will in time! One day at a time ❤️‍🩹🌹

[4getherandfindher]

I’m breathing but there’s need for more air

My lungs tighten and my heart does too

Thoughts after thoughts after thoughts.

I don’t care but I can’t help that I do.

Can’t choose between loving and smothering.

If I smother them they leave.

I choose to be true to myself.

I smother them with affection.

That’s taken as a threat.

A threat that there will be too much love.

So I chose to be someone else.

A text message after an hour of being on delivered. My heart still hurts and yearns for the attention. But mind is safe because there’s no way for the heart to hurt again.

I don’t smother them I push them away.

With the thought of wondering if they even truly cared.

It’s the 14 year old boy that tore my heart to pieces

It’s the father that I was blessed with

Called a bitch an age 16 to the years I turned 19. Called a whore for wanting love at age 20.

The man I saw when I was 2 I knew he was scary. I had to be brave. At the age 3 for the warmth of something to eat or something to sleep on. A restroom was a privilege at age 5. Everything blurry but my siblings were always in a hurry to empty the bucket that we used to you know…

And I can’t blame my parents for the way that I am. I’m smart I’m loving and caring but I don’t care about others. How was I supposed to care for others when no one cared about me.

I was 9 and I saw my parents fighting.

It became electric so my brother covered my eyes. It was years of being shoved in a room while my ears were ringing. Dishes breaking , screaming, my mother crying.

Then I turned 18, mothers know best right.

You trust the person that gave you life because that’s what the heart says to do.

But when you have a mother choose between two children she’s bared. The boy always wins.

Heart pounding. Hands shaking , screaming. Dishes breaking.

Sounds not too new.

Now I’m the one that fights. with my brother that once protected me from the electric air.

It was the day I turned 18 and I lost all respect for the one that has brought me into this world. I’m 18 my brother is 27.

I just turned legal.

Betrayed is an understatement.

I was a teenager and my mother chose my brothers side.

It was 8:54pm and my brother threw my mother against the wall.

Cocaine. Was the fault of it all.

“You never disrespect the person that brought you into this world “

Is the words my mother has taught us.

Just like my dad my brother fought his own demons.

He punched me on the day I turned 18

You see I don’t want to show I care for them for him for anyone because no man’s has ever cared for me.

From birth , my father chose alcohol over me.

Now I’m 23

And I can’t seem to agree with anyone who chooses to love me.

In the back of my mind I still think it’s my fault.

Wash me in the water

You can love me like a daughter.

And I’ll never be like him.

[stabby-apologist]

“I love you today, I’ll love you more tomorrow. And when you feel the least deserving of it, that’s when I will love you the most.”

[sn-ryter]

The cracks spread softly, like a quiet reminder that even broken things can hold light. ✨ Fragility is not weakness—it’s a testament to the beauty found in resilience. 🌿💔

[slwasabila]

Oh, love. I dream of peeling away every inch of myself until I finally fit. I am tired of treating my body like an apology—too much of me, too little of what they want.

[ruminate88]

The way I know I have to let it all go, and yet it makes me incredibly sad at the same time ❤️‍🩹🌹 it feels like rejection all over again…