Fainting

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italdred: (by mynamesdonny)

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italdred:

(by mynamesdonny)

"One of those sneaky little thoughts that always creeps in is how the lives of people who care about..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:30:04 -0400

“One of those sneaky little thoughts that always creeps in is how the lives of people who care about me would be better if I was dead. I’m mentally ill. I am a burden on those around me. Sure, they would miss me, but I’m not going to get better. The best I’ve got (and the best I’m going to get) is chemically induced euphoria. Is it worse to have a friend suicide, or to watch a friend grow old and die without dreams and accomplishments?”

- Anonymous

"[Elizabeth Wurtzel] is a terrible, terrible writer,” said Lucy. “Oh, I don’t know..."

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““[Elizabeth Wurtzel] is a terrible, terrible writer,” said Lucy. “Oh, I don’t know if I agree with you,” I said. “Do you remember that part of Prozac Nation where she talked about playing the Beatles when she was thinking of killing herself? And how that whole idea sort of addresses the concept of art to understand death, not unlike the manner in which art is often used as a prism for understanding life? That’s brilliant, I think. I think maybe Elizabeth Wurtzel is brilliant.” “That’s dubious,” said Lucy. “Why do you say that?” “Because people who seriously want to kill themselves don’t worry about which Beatles song they’d play while their bathtub fills up with blood. Those kind of people probably don’t even like the Beatles.” “Lucy, there’s nothing to indicate that suicidal people don’t like the Beatles.” “Well, true,” said Lucy. “There’s no data on this sort of thing. But it’s not like people who want to die spend their afternoons rifling through their record collections.” “Oh yes they would!” I insisted. “If I was committing suicide, I would totally worry about what Beatles song I would play. That’s all I would worry about. I’d probably pick “Tomorrow Never Knows,” but I’m not sure it’s long enough. I’m not sure I could bleed to death in two minutes and 56 seconds.” “Dubious,” she replied.”

- Killing yourself to live - chuck klosterman

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sadult: u ever look at urself and u think u look so abnoraml to everyone around u

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sadult:

u ever look at urself and u think u look so abnoraml to everyone around u

I need something that will make me enough money so I can live my life how I want

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I need something that will make me enough money so I can live my life how I want

I really don’t know what to do

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:04:02 -0400

I really don’t know what to do

truangles: The detail is insane

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truangles:

The detail is insane

vacants: (by rose claw)

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:20:55 -0400

vacants:

(by rose claw)

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ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory...

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ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life

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“”Shine On You Crazy Diamond”

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“”Shine On You Crazy Diamond”