I'm Katie.
I'm recovering.
I have some wonderful friends who are always there for me, and I boyfriend who has come close to completely saving me.
I popped pills, stopped eating, and cut.
I've been a self injurer for 8 years.
I'm always here if you need to talk.

 

almostchoked:

sc0usem0use:

the riots on lodge lane i’m nearly crying omg watch it

fucking arseholes, the police are so outnumbered 

This terrifies me

(Source: kenn0)

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

slow-abandonment:

treeswithoutleaves:

quicksummary

Everyone in town plays the lottery but instead of winning a million dollars, they win a million stones. Thrown at their face. Until they’re dead.

I had to read that for school once :l I hated it~<3

I read it in 7th grade. We then acted it out, making people stand in the center of the room while others threw balled up paper at them.

A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift

quicksummary:

We should all eat babies because they’re delicious and we can make a profit out of them. 

neverrunfromwhoyouare:

shamefulsecrets:

Because you shouldn’t care about hiding your scars or being ashamed.
If somebody stares? Stare back.
If somebody ask? Say it’s personal. 
If they don’t get it? Change the subject.
If somebody finds you repulsive? They’re not worth thinking about.
If friends see you differently? They’re not real or true friends.
Your skin doesn’t change your personality. 
Compare with racism. Does skin color matter?
Scars shouldn’t either.
We all have scars. We all have stories. 
It’s a part of you, but not all of you.

I will never not reblog this.

neverrunfromwhoyouare:

shamefulsecrets:

Because you shouldn’t care about hiding your scars or being ashamed.

If somebody stares? Stare back.

If somebody ask? Say it’s personal. 

If they don’t get it? Change the subject.

If somebody finds you repulsive? They’re not worth thinking about.

If friends see you differently? They’re not real or true friends.

Your skin doesn’t change your personality. 

Compare with racism. Does skin color matter?

Scars shouldn’t either.

We all have scars. We all have stories. 

It’s a part of you, but not all of you.

I will never not reblog this.