#cutting

Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season? ↗

— Magenta Periwinkle

#coming-of-age #cutting #cutting-class #first-love #geeks

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#virgin-suicides #imagination

You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation was provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution. ↗

— Caroline Kettlewell

#cutting #self-harm #si #imagination

You name it, we're out there with the latest and the best cutting edge. ↗

— Helen Gurley Brown

#cutting #cutting edge #edge #latest #name

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He kisses me, and I can forget pain, forget the urges I still have to cut for the pain that erases the emotions. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#colton #cutter #cutting #escape #falling

The first time she carved something into her skin, she used the sharp tip of an X-Acto knife. She lifted up her shirt to show me after the cuts had scabbed over. She had scrawled F*** YOU on her stomach. I stood quiet for a moment, feeling the breath get knocked out of me. I should have grabbed her arm and taken her straight to the nurse's office, into that small room with two cots covered in paper sheets and the sweet, stale medicinal smell. I should have lifted Ingrid's shirt to show the cuts. Look, I would've said to the nurse at her little desk, eyeglasses perched on her pointed nose. Help her. Instead, I reached my hand out and traced the words. The cuts were shallow, so the scabs only stood out a little bit. They were rough and brown. I knew that a lot of girls at our school cut themselves. They wore their long sleeves pulled down past their wrists and made slits for their thumbs so that the scars on their arms wouldn't show. I wanted to ask Ingrid if it hurt to do that to herself, but I felt stupid, like I must have been missing something, so what I said was, F*** you too, b****. Ingrid giggled, and I tried to ignore the feeling that something good between us was changing. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#friends #change

A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink and red. Exposing the stress of the structure underneath its paint ↗

— Amy Efaw

#self-harm #stress #stress

Child! Do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out. ↗

— Hilaire Belloc

#book #child #cutting #out #pictures

The hand is the cutting edge of the mind. ↗

— Jacob Bronowski

#cutting edge #edge #hand #mind

Someone has to stay on the line and say, no, we can do this by cutting spending and reducing the size of government. That's what I was committed to doing. ↗

— Chris Christie

#cutting #doing #government #i #line