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Twenty-something. Former film student. Current artist and baker. Sleeps too much. Loves words. Small town southern gal at heart. Not often original but always sincere.

"No one will miss me", "I’m better off dead"

after-crisis:

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.


I saw this and literally, instantly, burst into tears. I am someones daughter. I used to contemplate suicide almost daily and virtually never gave a thought to how much my family and friends love me. I know that sometimes love isn’t enough to erase the immense amount of pain and hurt living with depression is, but please please don’t dismiss it. Focus on it like a soft beam of light at the shore line when you’re a ship tumbling in an ocean of darkness. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Don’t eliminate the possibility of things getting better. Someone will care if you’re gone. I don’t know Noah or his father and my heart shattered just reading this. I will care if you’re gone. Stay here with me.

(via fairelatete)

You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.

—4:26am
7/1/14 (via nevahmind)

(Source: phyxiated, via fearlessjackie13)

You don’t believe me when I tell you that I like the noises you make when you sleep
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard.

All About Us, #1 (via spvandi)

(Source: attuition, via catsmeooow)