Anonymous asked: What if I told you that I want to tenderly kiss every single one of your scars one at a time, one day at a time? And what if I told you I want to feel your body and soul, that your eyes are mesmerizing but I'm not sure how much longer I can withstand the pressure they cause me to feel. And what if I told you I just want to have beautiful sex with you, sans "love?" The experience to know what one has, can be exciting, exhilarating, terrifying, awkward. Even so, I still want to know what you have.

Oh goodness me, I’m blushing. Seriously.

Anonymous asked: And if your reason fails you?

I’ll find another. But ideally, I wont need a reason beyond the desire to take care of myself and those around me.

Anonymous asked: What's your reason, doll?

I love someone, and they love me back.

And my theory is that we all have felt the same emotions as everyone around us. Everyone has had their darkest days. Everyone has that experience that they look upon with regret, sorrow, or hate. Maybe it was when their dog died, or maybe their mom. Maybe when they came clean about self harm, or maybe the day they started. One never knows. And to think anyone has been through more than anyone else is essentially wrong. Maybe the magnitude of someone’s most painful hour doesn’t compare to another’s, but everyone fights their battles. Everyone has their Waterloo. And no matter when that comes, whether your five, twelve, or eighty; everyone feels it. Everyone feels the same emotion. But it’s only life, and thankfully there’s empathy. Empathy is the answer. And that goes deeper than love, because you don’t have to love someone to treat them with respect and kindness.

Anonymous asked: Hey, you don't know me at all. But we have one class together and my friend told me about the cuts on your arm. When I saw them, I became curious. I'm really not open to revealing my identity (guessing would be useless as well), and I'm not going to tell you to stop doing this to yourself and change your view towards life because I've cut a few times too. I just want you to know that I think you're very special, and I hope things get better for you now that you've graduated.

Hi, thank you, honestly. I’m not the biggest fan of everyone talking about my arms at school, but only because everyone thinks they’re cuts, and they’re really just scars. Honestly, they’re just a red/purple color, because I did it for so long, and the cuts healed darker every time. I understand not wanting to let me know who you are, and that doesn’t bother me, but I wouldn’t be against knowing, and I can be a good friend whenever you need someone. Thank you for your concern (or curiosity, I suppose) I promise that I don’t do it anymore, I have a real reason keeping me going this time round.