I Know I Need To Let You Go.

Why

Why did I even fucking try at the shit I wanted if I knew I wouldn't get it

Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.

It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.

Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.

It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.

Ok… on the topic of fights with Shinso. I’ve had this scene of Shinso and Bakugo fighting over reader for awhile now. It would be the dirtiest fight in existence. Bakugo who is use to spewing out insults can’t say a damn word due to Shinso’s quirk. While Shinso is pulling out all the voices to piss Bakugo off.

But not just any voice, your voice.

And it’s not just your voice. It’s your moans, and your moaning Shinso’s name.

reblog if you feel fat all the time

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I’m not strong enough I’m tired of pretending

Stop Eating

“You disgust me. Look at you. Your thighs are huge, your stomach is huge, and your arms look like bat wings. You could fly with all of the fat on your arms. You smack people with your fat when you wave to someone. You’ll never be pretty. Just put the fork down. It’s THAT simple.” Just a letter to myself.