I'm the same today woke up choosing violence
Hopefully we can shake it Mrs D x
Be wary of us today
Delusive angie @delusive_angie10
Be wary of us today
I'm OK. It was my husband's 1st year anniversary this week so I've been a bit quiet the past couple of daysI’m actually in a rotten mood
He always told me not to be sad about it but I never was one to listen to him 
If anyone has any ss of Wongi in Angie's box can you please reply to this comment with the ss? Thanks in advance you lovely bunch.
Bless you hunI'm OK. It was my husband's 1st year anniversary this week so I've been a bit quiet the past couple of days
Thank youIt’s absolutely different Marshy luv 🩵 there are so many reasons as to why someone may self harm but it can often be to feel something other than numb or to try and feel alive. There are of course heartbreakingly, some suicides caused by severe intentional self harm but overall, it’s a coping mechanism
s, I’m so sorry luvI'm OK. It was my husband's 1st year anniversary this week so I've been a bit quiet the past couple of days
I came across this piece about grief, over 10 years ago on Reddit 
I read it many times a year 
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.
Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves and lots of shipwrecks.
Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves and lots of shipwrecks.
Thank yous, I’m so sorry luv
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.
Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves and lots of shipwrecks.
Thank you
I'm OK. It was my husband's 1st year anniversary this week so I've been a bit quiet the past couple of days
That live is weird ngl and delusional is on 
It’s been several days and I don’t think I can ever be without this product againNew product recommendation poppets 🩵
Disclaimer, mine only arrived today and so I haven’t used it yet. I bought it because it’s cheap (£4.80), viral on TikTok and selling out quickly!
It’s basically a baby sanitiser/anti-bacterial spray but has gone viral for helping people with certain skin issues. It’s still available on Amazon and you can search “hypochlorous acid spray” on TikTok to see everyone raving about it
It’s so gentle on the skin and isn’t drying at all! I’ve also been using it to sanitise things too like my drinking straws, ear camera etc. I definitely recommend this bargain luvs
Crypt has opened and chucked out a t
“I’m definitely gonna continue with the police case now” -Ang
See Angie has her wrinkled oranges pushed up again 
If anyone has any ss of Wongi in Angie's box can you please reply to this comment with the ss? Thanks in advance you lovely bunch.
I don’t have an ss but I saw it. Wongi was in the middle box I think. I wasnt paying attention at first, then I looked at the screen and saw wongi in there but they dropped after that.
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“I don’t always cover up my arms” - Ang
Why would you need to cover
nothing
So strange… I’ve interacted with so many SH’ers, not a single one was brazen with active injuries. Maybe she’s an outlier
As a community, we would often joke about the annoyance (but importance) of covering our arms and had inside jokes of what we would say if our scars were accidentally seen.
My go to? “I forgot the safe word”
Why would you need to cover
nothing
So strange… I’ve interacted with so many SH’ers, not a single one was brazen with active injuries. Maybe she’s an outlier
As a community, we would often joke about the annoyance (but importance) of covering our arms and had inside jokes of what we would say if our scars were accidentally seen.
My go to? “I forgot the safe word”
Which one at this point the b has thousands“I’m definitely gonna continue with the police case now” -Ang
It still makes me laugh to this day …that time Angie went to the police station to “reopen” a case. And the police couldn’t even find a case at all
Ang would honestly murder someone and be like “it was a reaction officer!”
