Anonymous asked:

This is the self harm anon back again, and after reading your reply I decided that maybe I should tell someone about things incase it got worse and I was suicidal again. I told my parents today and now I'm going to therapy and I've got antidepressants. I know I still have a long road to go with this but you helped me to decide to tell and now I'm getting the help I need, so thanks again, love, and I have a joke. What do you call it when the world ends by a the cute llamas? An alpacalypse hahah x

Hi honey!!
I’m really proud of you for doing that, that’s the best option oh could’ve chosen. You’re so strong and I look up to you for that.

And oh my god! 😂 that’s incredible hahaha!! Thanks so much for sharing and existing, much love xx

holysheerios
holysheerios:


Quick oneshot based on the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith, hope you enjoy xx

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Alcohol makes people into the exaggerated versions of themselves. It peels away the rough edges and smooths them out, puts a clear covering in place of our skin so we can see down into our bones. Ed was a perfect example of that.

Alcohol put a transparency over him and it made everything visible, and I knew that. And oh, how I loved to take advantage of it. 

Nearly a year, going on two, after we’d broken up, I found him at the bottom of a bottle, in a local pub, so drunk his eyes were hazed over and he didn’t even recognize me. 

"Hey," he had called when I had my back to him, avoiding him to the best of my ability. "If you, if you uh, want a drink I can—"

I turned around and met his soft face, sweaty and with circles clinging underneath his eyes, but he had never looked so beautiful to me, because it was him. 

I choked out the syllable of his name under my breath and then withdrew it in the same exhale, realizing that his eyes told me he knew no familiarity. Nothing clicked. They were hollow, he was empty. 

"Of course," I slurred, and he waved for the bartender, and I let him because my set of morals is a crooked one, because I’m selfish. 


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holysheerios:

Quick oneshot based on the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith, hope you enjoy xx

//

Alcohol makes people into the exaggerated versions of themselves. It peels away the rough edges and smooths them out, puts a clear covering in place of our skin so we can see down into our bones. Ed was a perfect example of that.

Alcohol put a transparency over him and it made everything visible, and I knew that. And oh, how I loved to take advantage of it.

Nearly a year, going on two, after we’d broken up, I found him at the bottom of a bottle, in a local pub, so drunk his eyes were hazed over and he didn’t even recognize me.

"Hey," he had called when I had my back to him, avoiding him to the best of my ability. "If you, if you uh, want a drink I can—"

I turned around and met his soft face, sweaty and with circles clinging underneath his eyes, but he had never looked so beautiful to me, because it was him.

I choked out the syllable of his name under my breath and then withdrew it in the same exhale, realizing that his eyes told me he knew no familiarity. Nothing clicked. They were hollow, he was empty.

"Of course," I slurred, and he waved for the bartender, and I let him because my set of morals is a crooked one, because I’m selfish.

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