“At the head of a bonatical avenue, Hephaestion (Jared) mustered us horsemen while ably rebuking his frisky chestnut horse. Mine, a royal black stallion called Chalabi, was more interested in the branches of rare relations of the Bedfruit tree. In front of us, teams of Thai gardeners were digging…
that’s what i call “The life after”
I know how hard it is : selfharm. I’ve been cutting myself for almost seven years and i’ve always relapsed. But now, i want it to stop, i’m ok with myself for a few weeks at the moment, and, believe me, smiling, laughing.. that’s what we should all do even when life is such a motherfucker. i want ya all to know that i’m here, for everyone who wants to talk. whatever. I’m not a selfish dumbass, i love u & i want u to be ok. I care, i rly do. xo
Here are my thighs, arms, hip and feet. Almost 300 scars on my body.
my favourite photo set (only photo set i will reblog) on tumblr
this brings tears to my eyes every time
got a weird crush on this pic.