"No one will miss me", "I’m better off dead"
When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.
"Codependency isn’t sexy. It isn’t romantic. It’s built with a fuse and will surely burn out. The healthiest thing you can say to the one you love is, “I would be okay without you, and that’s why I choose to stay.”"
When they ask you how you are
don’t say fearful. Narrow your eyes and kiss your teeth but don’t say afraid.
Don’t say more scared and at sea in these latest days then ever before, or floundering. Don’t say lost without cause or that you’re not always sure you can make it.
Straighten that back
you are sex. Look like sex.
Wipe the blood from yourself.
Don’t tell them what went on when the sun was busy in another street.
Do that Thing The People do.
The people who are fine, fine, fine
until you get home and find them gone, gone gone.
Keep suffering because it’s your God Given right.
Brawl with your being. Fight the bad fight.
If they ask you how you are
don’t say stolen. Don’t say forgotten, passed over,
ignored. Don’t you dare say Orphan.
Don’t say beaten by the system
oppressed and disturbed
and don’t you dare say disappointed
don’t you dare say damaged.
Smile with all of your teeth, even the rotting ones.
Even the rotting ones.
'when they ask'
Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’
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if you must die sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part
full view is best view
i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches
Those r my mums initials…,
say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded
I am sober and am therefore disinclined to acquiesce to your request. My apologies.
Loving him was torture. He was on top of her—literally, on top of her—day and night, but he was never close enough. He was cold, calculating—a heartless bastard, most of the time, with a heart made of ice—but she couldn’t help but love him. Every time he opened his mouth, he sent shivers down her spine.
He resented her. She got four times as much action as he did—except during summer, of course, but it was February and they cursed every time they came near him. But her—they loved her. She was warmth—compared to him, at least—and her light shone brightly in even the darkest hour. She smelled so good…most of the time…and it drove him mad. Yes, he resented her, and he wanted to hate her. He tried, but it was inevitable. He caught her reflection in the window, and he…hewas a goner. He melted, damn near peed his pants. The repair technitian had to come set him right.
He loved her, yes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hate her for it.
im gonna cry this story opened up new doors for me
This is the most I’ve ever punned aren’t you proud.
Here’s Chris performing A Sky Full Of Stars on the piano for the first time, for SiriusXM Radio - http://youtu.be/PH-k_fqpcco