Carey

"Easy on the eyes my friend, you don't wanna mess with this."

[christian-weber666-deactivated2]

christian weber

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[christian-weber666-deactivated2]

living the penner ( german for homeless man ) life

christian weber ( tragic kingdom tattoo mannheim germany )

[cwote]

when things seem bad, you just need to keep going and turn the page :))

[writingsforwinter]

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

[shes-cured]

I needed this tonight

[thequeen117-deactivated20150917]

If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.

[learnhowtoadult]

This is devastating and precious. Wow.

[thespiderpuppies818-deactivated]

If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.

[acrisues]

Inbox is always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to.

[mental-slut-blog]

I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.

(via bl-ossomed)

[90sclubkid]

Winona Ryder, 1994

[dumbdaisies]

[words-of-emotion]

50 shades of dark circles under my eyes

Unknown (via words-of-emotion)

[blossomfully]

But you loved her? Yes. And she loved you? Yes. Then why did it end? Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #278  (via blossomfully)

[letmecatchmybreath]

letmecatchmybreath

[you-lost-her-idiot]

[acrisues]

Am I really that repulsive? Back to square one thanks cunt. To think I was getting my mental health back on track.

[s-t-y-l-e-t-s]

“The thing that creates people’s insanity is the frustration of trying to explain something that no one can see, and doing it everyday. It leaves you tainted, disheartened, and exhausted and you have no choice but to walk away and just endure that pain until it decides to clear out or until your head hits the pillow that night. And then you wake up and pray that you won’t have to do it again.”

- R. Elizabeth (via s-t-y-l-e-t-s)

[certasluas]

[stability]

[s-t-y-l-e-t-s]

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