ppl on tumblr talk so much abt “no one will ever think your scars are beautiful no one will ever kiss them and tell you that you’re safe no one will ever try and save you from your sh addiction!!!!” and its lik e i realize that your point is supposed to be “don’t try and use self harm to get sympathy + love just bc it happened on skins or some shit” but it all just comes across as the same shit we get from everyone else, that Self Harm is a Dirty, Shameful Thing and You Should Be Ashamed For Ever Doing It, and lemme tell u right now that is the dead ass 180 degree opposite of helpful
be like that button guy we saw at The Phoenix Cafe except with dildos
catch me in the club with a light-up glittery tackle box full of dildos and a shirt with a giant middle finger on it hyfr hyfr
i would gladly buy dildos from sex shop worker eli thayer.
i jst want everyone to have a great dildo buying experience like i have less than 0 discretion when it comes to talking abt sex so i’d be like ANAL STIMULATION??? U GOT IT. CLIT DESTROYER? U GOT IT! DUAL ACTION STRAP ONS??? U!! GOT IT!!!!!!!!
i want to be the cool tiny queer selling dildos to the world!!!!!!!!!
i’m applying for a job at a sex shop and my mom posted on my wall “i’m gonna enjoy that discount” bc she saw my application
Synchrodogs for Neon magazine (Germany)
It starts when you first get a 62 on your history test that you stayed up until 3 am studying for. You brush it off but deep down inside it disappoints you and you’re angry at yourself. Then you start eating lunch with your biology teacher instead of the 7 people at your lunch table. They ask you why you don’t sit with them anymore and you say, “oh I have a lot of work to catch up on!” when in reality you are completely caught up. Your friends ask less and less everyday about where you are and they avoid making eye contact with you in the lunch line. Then getting out of bed and doing a simple task like brushing your teeth is a chore. It takes so much time to force yourself to do the simple things a five-year-old can do. Then you start skipping breakfast, eating only an apple for lunch, and forcing down piece of bread for dinner if you’re lucky. Your appetite has suddenly vanished, you favorite food on the dinner table makes you sick. Then you start to think that you’re fat, useless, stupid, and a failure. Your hours of sleep go up from 7 hours to 10 hours and you feel like you can sleep all day. Not because you’re tired, but because you’re depressed. You lie down on your bed as soon as you get home from school and stare at the paint chipping of your ceiling for hours before your mom walks in on you. She yells at you to stop being so lazy and to do your homework that you haven’t been doing for the past few months. You drag that sharp metal razor across your skin and dark red seeps through that thin line you just created. You feel in control and this physical pain on the outside overcomes your emotional pain in the inside. You’re afraid of death but think about dying - drowning, jumping off buildings, carbon monoxide, and overdosing on your medication. And eventually, the thought of death no longer scares you.the cycle of depression (via we-jump-and-fall)
(Source: cybersighs, via affektion)
Jalouse n°30 - 2000, Macrovision
Lida by Barnaby & Scott
casually chewing on aidens forehead