hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm
(Source: sexymagikarp, via depressionsucksifulovesomeone)
"I was told my cuts wern’t that bad. Now my whole arm and my whole upper leg are covered with cuts and scars. I was told I couldn’t have anxiety, yet I am diagnosed with it. I was told my problems wern’t that worse. Yet they make me want to kill myself. I was told I was ugly. Now they suddenly want to call me beautiful. I was told I was someone who overreacted and wanted attention. Yet I needed it, because I never had some. Nobody believed me when I told them I was going to kill myself. Yet I did"
- R.R. (via fightingadepression)