(Source: -infuckti0n, via selfharmm)
(via selfharmm)
(via selfharmm)
(Source: , via selfharmm)
(Source: sheandherdarkness, via selfharmm)
I don’t think I want to recover. Depression is my home now, it’s my comfort. It’s the scars on my arm and the gap between my thighs. The second me that sleeps in my head and keeps me company when I’m alone. It’s made me who I am today and taught me so much. It’s me. People who aren’t depressed are just delusion about the world and reality around them. Happiness doesn’t exist, but I don’t want to burst their bubble…
(Source: mybrainis-anobscenity)
(Source: mybrainis-anobscenity)
(Source: mybrainis-anobscenity)
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