Hi, My name is Emma, I'm 16 years old and I live in the Netherlands.
I change fandoms a lot, I post everything I like or things I can relate to. I mostly post bands, some anime/ manga, some depressing stuff. (sorry for that and sorry if it's triggering) and other random stuff. talk to me if you have any questions or you're just bored. I'll answer;) Ps. if you have problems, or need someone to talk to, I'll be here! Don't hesitate to talk to me. I've been going through some shit as well so I kinda know what some things are like. I'll try to help you as much as you can. Love you all! Byebyes!~
sometimes I really long for slicing my arm open again, I´m starting to forget the way it felt. My scars are starting to fade, and I really long to feel that same feeling again, some weird sort of relief. I know it´s weak probably. I’ve been clean for 162 days. So a long time really. And part of me is actually quite proud of that, and really doesn’t wanna ruin it. But then there´s this other part, just bugging my mind with that one question: How would it feel to do it just one more time? feel the stinging one more time, see the blood trickling down my arm, In some fucked up way I miss it sometimes. I feel like it’s crazy to think like that. but I honestly never really minded the scars. still when I look at them, I don’t really mind them. They seem to give me some sort of comfort. I don’t even know why or how. I am stronger now though, I don’t really need it, but it’s still there, the thoughts are still there, just pushed to the back of my mind, I still have this strange fascination with death, and dying and blood. I still think of jumping off buildings, how it’d feel, I still think of taking a few too many of my meds. what it would do. I still think of dragging a blade across my skin. the thoughts don’t really leave. they’re just locked a bit further away. but still definitely there. I am not all sad anymore everyday. I’m not as sad as I used to be. It’s way better than I was before. but I’m still not happy. this is like.. this blur. a daze, I don’t even know how to call it. I wonder sometimes if it’ll change. I hope so.
How to find MCR fans in a room
step 1: find a piano
step 2: play the first note to “welcome to the black parade”
step 3: Watch as their heads shoot up instantly
yo true fact because of tumblr i now want the weirdest damn pets like
yes please I’ll take him
i’ll take him as well
i’ll give him a forever home too
well i wouldn’t want to break them up so i’ll take both
oh yeah and can’t forget her
fuck it just give them all to me