you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better.
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense
This picture, to me, makes me think the blade has done its job, a life has been ended, and now it’s floating away to someone else.
And every time I feel like I want to end my life I remember this photo, and I remember that if I died, maybe, just maybe it would mean someone else because suicidal, turn to blades, and that feeling is so powerful it makes me put the blades down, and sure I cry for a bit and shake but it’s worth it to know I may have saved someone else from the sadness I feel deep within me everyday…
I love that discription of the monsters being released, but I don’t see it like that. If you actually look at the picture, the stuff coming from the wrists isn’t actually monstrous; it’s life. It’s a bit weird because everyone is a bit weird on the inside. Look at how detailed, how intricate it is. It’s like that because that’s what people are like, including you. If you want to sum it up in one word, I’d use beautiful really, because that’s what I think people are like on the inside.
You could say that this picture is reminding you that you are beautiful on the inside and you don’t need a blade to show you that.