Name: Ven
Goal: To help you recover
Ask box: Always ready for anything you need to let out (venting, advice, socializing, etc).
About me/this blog and my history
He is my Tumblr boyfriend.
She is my Babe ♥
This is my Unf page.
Here's my hipster photog .
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Because my make up is dark.
I have this urge to just drag the blade across my tough skin, digging deeper.
I haven’t cut for 23 days. Twenty-three long ass days.
I’m going to try to not cut.
But all I think about is the blades I saw at the art store 4 days ago.
They looked so shiny and sharp.
I wanted to feel the slim edge of it slide against my skin.
I dream about it too.
I actually dream of taking the blade, the lady that owns the store asking me what they’re for, me replying with “I told my dad about this place and he told me to buy some for his wood carving,” and her believing every word of the lie i just shoved down her unknowing throat.
I always woke up just before I got the chance to give her my money.
