#tw self-destructive behaviours

[70-nn-13]

[svramblrdegg]

The feeling of fasting getting easier >>>

[cuttingbeans2]

Tw Sh scars

Shit… wtf have I done…

(Wanna do more. I NEED more)

[fall1ngdowntherabbithole]

tw bl4d3s

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my collection so far.

edit: it's growing. I got one more long one and four more of the smaller blades on the left, they're my favorite.

[ultravividscenee]

 “i was mr. cutter tonight —i have 11 depressioners on my right hand." -d.k

[w4nn4-be-skinnie]

When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see staring back is a hollow shell of a person. I’m empty inside

[exrcvtion]

if ur body hurts u put a paw patrol band aid on it and when ur soul hurts then u have to make ur body hurt and then put a paw patrol band aid on it so the soul will be healed.

[d0llp6rts]

if its not cutting its crying.

if its not crying its smoking.

if its not smoking its isolating myself.

If its not isolating myself its sleeping.

if ita not sleeping im dead.

its always something, never nothing

[gvrestxr]

Tw sh cvts

[ashamedtobeme]

i need to cut

i need to watch the white line turn red

i need to watch the blood pool onto the floor

i need to feel okay, just for a moment

i need to cut

[username-occupied]

TW! SFX/REALISTIC MAKEUP, AI GENERATED!

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Got shitfaced.

[m0ntell]

TW HEALING SH SCARS

thses we’re from january 5th!

they’re kind of scabbed over and they’re really red still and SUPER hard to hide. shblr i need tips on how to hide them please 🙏

EDIT; i’m a trans masc and tryna find a masc way to hide it cause dysphoric!!

[cuttingbeans2]

Tw sh scars

[herdeadbody]

Why do i always fuck up? Why cant i stop eating? Why cant i stay pure?

[sun-kissy]

for this request: may i have something along the lines of either yn or Sirius was having a really bad panic attack about sh and the other was helping calm down? Sorry if that's confusing it made more sense in my head!

all of it | s.b.

tw: mentions of scars, implicit but not present sh, crying

sirius black x reader

The empty food packets strewn all over the living room must’ve been a testament to how you were feeling. Sirius notices it, and the grimy smell that envelopes your apartment, as he quietly enters and kicks off his shoes.

It gets worse as he enters the hallway, food crumbs and empty bottles of beer littering the floor. He stops short right in front of your door. The place was a mess; he deduced that you were probably the same.

Sirius knocks carefully so as to not frighten you, straining his ears to hear the soft sound of your sniffling.

“Yeah?”

There’s so much pain in your breaking voice, Sirius thinks he can physically feel it cutting through his heart. “Hi baby, it’s me. Can I come in?”

It’s quiet for a moment before you let out a defeated “Okay.”

He slowly pushes open the door, eyes searching around the messy room before they finally land on you.

You were all curled up, knees to your chest and chin placed in between as you stared lifelessly at the wall in front of you with tears dribbling down your cheeks. Your hands were slotted under your thighs, and one look at that told him exactly what was wrong.

Sirius makes his way over to sit in front of you, tugging you closer until your knees were smushed between the two of you with his strong arms caressing your back. He rubs it slowly, feeling your T-shirt ride up as he traces shapes on your spine.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to. He knows you would want to tell him yourself. “Siri,” you start, your voice nothing louder than a murmur.

“Yeah, love?” he whispers back, head tucked on your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“It’s getting bad again,” you choke out, and Sirius feels the tears wetting his shirt. He pulls away slightly to nudge your knees apart until they’re wrapped around his hips, and you’re pressed against him with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s gonna be okay.”

He lets you sob, and does his best to keep his own tears in. You were weak, so it was his turn to be strong for you.

This was a common occurrence in the process of your healing; which you’d agreed to start when Sirius had first discovered the red lines marring your wrists a few months ago. He’d cried, you’d cried, and a promise was made to help you get better.

You were working hard, but Sirius knew that sometimes the demons were too big to run away from, the days were too gloomy to shine a light upon. Relapses were bound to happen.

And so he continues to hold you as you fall apart, picking the broken pieces up, and having faith in the fact that you’d try your hardest to fix yourself back up tomorrow.

“I thought I was getting better. But today was just… bad. So bad.”

Sirius squeezes you impossibly tighter, swallowing the lump in his throat before he answers. “You are getting better, sweet girl. You are. One bad day doesn’t change the number of good days you’ve been having.”

All he gets is a small guilty croak in response. He tugs on your arms from underneath your thighs, and brings them to his sides.

You feel his slender fingers slipping under the long-sleeved material, hovering over the indents on your wrists. You press your face further into his shoulder shamefully.

Sirius continues to rub your back with one hand, bringing your wrist up to his lips with the other as he gently kisses the new streaks of red. He feels your body shuddering against him, and his heart sinks for the pain he knows is clawing at you.

“Love, listen to me,” he says tenderly, and you feel his breath on your wrist. “Today doesn’t mean anything, okay? You’re so strong for even trying to fight the urge.”

The guilt tears at you, knowing that you had failed to stop yourself once again. “But-“

“No buts, gorgeous. You tried and that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you. So proud that I’m gonna buy you a medal from the dollar store tomorrow.”

He smiles softly upon hearing your wet chuckle, which immediately turns to tears again when he starts to pepper sweet kisses on your other wrist.

“You’re gonna get clean, you hear me?” he whispers as he feels the scars against his lips. “You’re gonna get clean, one step at a time. And I’m sticking with you through all of it.”

A warbled thank you bubbles out of you as he sighs, dropping your wrist to cup your head and bury his face in your hair.

Your hair had a reek to it, he noted. The house was a mess, and your heart was breaking. But Sirius knew there was no way he could love you any more than he did, flaws and all. He was determined to be there for you through all of it, the good days and the bad ones.

[sulasnsleep]

“i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.”

—fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky's 'i am an observer, but not by choice.'