The story behind it (again): This is a picture of my arm and my sister’s. She’s the one with the tattoo I’m the one with the scars. I’ve been in a mental hospital for over a year because of selfharm, suicidal thoughts & a depression. Me and my sister always had a really close band. We only had each other but everything changed when I was hospitalised; she was alone and she couldn’t cope with the fact that I was unhappy. She kept blaming herself and tried everything to make me better. She always had to cry when I needed to go back to the hospital. She cried while calling ambulances for me and when she saw my not responding on the bathroom floor. But things got better, because of the hospital but because of her too. I had a reason to live, to exist. I realised I needed to get better because of her. She always told me it was me & her against the world. And believe me we were and we still are. So when I got better I still had all those marks on my arm, it made me sad ofcourse it reminded me of my lows and my demons. My sister saw how it affected my recovery and without I knew any of it she tattooed my birthday on her wrist. I kept asking her why why why. Her answer: ‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’ This picture shows how she pulls me up every time.
oh my god. this is beautiful
i wish i had this kind of relationship with my sister, but she hates me..
this situation is so scary. someone’s life can depend on a phone call
i remember this. i didn’t want to believe he took his life. i kept calling and calling but no answer…
this is probably the scariest thing I’ve ever had too do.
This is one of the scariest situations I’ve ever been in.
I’ve been on both sides of that phone call, I’ve called someone crying begging them to answer because I didn’t want to lose them, and I’ve called someone begging them to answer because I needed them, I needed someone to answer and remind me that someone cares enough about me to answer a phone. And when no one answers, no matter what side of the phone you’re on, you die inside.
^ that’s what I was gonna write. I’ve been here too many times…
I was crying on the phone because my friend was using me to say goodbye. I would be the last one he chose to talk to. I talked him out of it. But I’m scared to fall asleep in case he needs me.
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
The small amount of notes on this post worries me.
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS