i'm not foul,
i'm not the same as you, but
i'm not foul.
How about you? Is your life proving satisfactory?
Downton Abbey, Christmas Special 2013
edward writes things on his skin in permanent marker. things like be strong and don’t hate yourself today and just smile. he writes them carefully, pain-stakingly, on the thin skin of his wrists so that maybe, maybe, his words will flow down into his blood stream, through his arms and up into his heart.
sometimes, sometimes, he bleeds the words right back out, because he can’t make himself believe it. reality always sets in eventually and there’s that voice again, that voice in his head that narrates the words he carves into his skin with a sharp point: you are ugly and you are worthless and nobody loves you.
he listens to the voice every time because, for some reason, he seems to think it knows best.