— Frank Bidart, From “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour Of The Night’",

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gonna raise suicide awareness by killing myself

I guess I'm coming back

sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal

*covered in blood* i will.... *trembling* CHOOSE TO BE KIND... *in pain* i will be... NICE to others... *wanting to kill* i will see good in EVERYONE *yelding a knife* i will NOT be like those who hurt me... *screaming* i will be BETTER than who i was...

glenn dean, landscapes of the west / user @petrichara

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

logically I know nothing matters and everything is temporary but emotionally I am crushed by the weight of everything that has ever happened to me and ever will happen

too tired to be awake

too in pain to fall asleep

this is so important

“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”

— Hermann Hesse  (via paper-fairy)