beyondtheraintree
ASK me for my new URL if you want to keep following me.
Just moving because wayyyy too many IRL people have found me now. Deffo way too many.
Guys, this is my old “personal blog” thats connected to this account. If you want to keep following me, ask for the new URL
I’m mixing the content of this blog with my personal blog and stuff, and will basically be posting the exact same things. Just wanted to get rid of the followers who know me IRL
IF YOU ARE FOLLOWING ME AND WANT MY NEW URL PLEASE MESSAGE ME. I WILL NOT POST IT PUBLICALLY ON THIS BLOG.
(Source: sheisjustlikeamaze, via diagn0nsense)
“skinnier than you”
“freakishly skinny”
“pointy bones”
“model”
Let’s translate this as “not the skinniest, not skinny enough.”
I DID say I used to be skinnier and was asked if there was any need.
I didn’t answer. But the answer is yes. I am -not- content with second skinniest.
(Source: stillllugly, via misgiven--thoughts)
(Source: forthineisthewasteland, via misgiven--thoughts)
(via cadaverouscorpse)
You can’t promise that. I’ve been this way for pretty much half my life as it is, but thankyou for trying!
And thanks for thinking I’m beautiful too, trust me though, it’s you who is beautiful, its obvious from this messgae. You are a darling person <3
The other night I was Skyping with one of my best friends. She lives in Holland and I live in America, so we don’t get to talk often. I trust her so much, and every time we talk I just feel so loved. She’s amazing.
I was talking to her about cutting, and started telling her about how I sometimes take pictures of my self-harm instead of writing about it, or in addition to writing about it. I don’t normally show people the pictures, but I sent her a few. She had been sharing her screen with me because I’d been watching her draw something, so I saw when she opened the files.
She opened this picture, kept it on the screen for a few seconds, closed it, and opened it again in Photoshop. I watched, confused, thinking it had been an accident.
I watched quietly while she erased every line of blood, every scar, every cut from my body. I started recording the screen without thinking- I needed to be able to watch it again. I knew I would need to feel that sense of… relief. That there was someone in my life who knew the extent of me and could still see through to something beautiful.
I wanted to share this with you because I think it’s important. If you feel anything close to how I felt when I saw this, I’m happy. Because you should know that it’s possible to be loved, underneath the pain and the scars and the blood. We are all beautiful.
You’re beautiful, and above all, you are not alone.
(Source: somefuckergaveoutmyurl, via all-will-be-forgiven)
the difference? huge.
The similarity? both hideous.
WHAT IS MY PROBLEM.
(via vidasextraviadas)
and it makes me want to die. I’m such a failure.
I am Anorexia. I am depression. I am self harm. Who I was before I became these things is gone now. Maybe I'll find myself one day, but until then, you arn't alone in being broken. 
