[wnq-writers]

“I don’t know how many times I said: “I can’t do this anymore”. If somebody heard me say it over and over again in all those years, they would probably react like this: “not again” and roll their eyes. But I can tell you one thing, my friend, it never feels less heavy. Every time this sentence appears in my head, in my mouth, in my heart - every time it feels like my soul is ripping itself apart because she knows it hurts less to die than to be alive.”

— dewdropheart 

[wordsnquotes]

“It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.”

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist

[inkskinned]

Being mean isn’t funny. As adults we are often surrounded by people who are convinced that it is funny; who tell you confidently “I’m funny and I’m mean!” And I say: no, you’re using the same social leverage that bullies use. People laugh “with” you because they know that makes them part of the in-crowd, the safe place. If they don’t laugh, they could be next. This is how abusers get people to love them, I say, they surround themselves with harpies who are so terrified of talking back that they’ll laugh with you even if you’re horrifically un-funny.

And I think, in the age of the internet, we can stop pretending that being mean is lovely. We have all seen entirely pure videos on vine where nobody is hurt and we still wound up laughing. There’s easy access to millions of posts and videos and essays that are funny and don’t harm anybody.

My least favorite videos are those that the filmer is clearly making fun of someone who is just having harmless fun: and they’re usually bigoted. And I’m sick of it. I don’t ever find those amusing. The camera asks: come be in the bullying group, be mean to someone who just seems human.

But honestly I’d rather be in with all those people you hate for dancing with too-big bodies or because they sing off key and joyously. I’d rather be having fun too than making fun of someone. The truth is, every time you mock someone else, you’re telling the people around you “I’m not a safe person to come to.”

[inkskinned]

you looked at me and in the middle of the night asked me “what would you say if you knew the truth couldn’t hurt you” and i hated the answer that came over me. i couldn’t tell you. you’d just leave. 

[furuba]

[olearypoetry]

[scytho]

[inkskinned]

It’s not that I want to kill myself but the bathtub is an easy place to fall asleep in. I take showers instead and don’t think about drowning. It would be weird to die naked anyway. I don’t count the days and hours and minutes like they’re spiders, at least not on purpose. I’m not so tired of being alive that I can’t find a quick moment of enjoyment in the worst television but I also don’t usually bother to try. It’s okay. Sometimes I want to wake up and sometimes I wonder if it would be better to just sleep for a while. I want to harness the guilt I feel at 3 in the morning to make myself better the next day but instead I just keep being this person I can’t stand or maybe am so used to I don’t even recognize as being different from who I actually am. I don’t know. I haven’t taken a bath in a while. I wear my seatbelt. I look before crossing the road. It’s just that for a second, I think about what would happen if I didn’t. And that second is slow.

[enterthechrispy-deactivated2013]

“At what speed must I live…To see you again?”

[lanoirechatte]

wish I was dead

[inkskinned]

the bitterness is taking over again. i feel like there are rats in my bloodstream, chewing out the good parts of me. the summer sun in me is going to sleep. i keep waking up unable to breathe. i’m drinking to control my anxiety. it’s spiraling. i text you i’m fine in the morning and by night i’m crying. jesus christ it’s only august what’s wrong with me. i want to destroy my own body.

[avi-stella]

Breathe Life Unto Me | Zen/Hyun Ryu x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Angst | WORD COUNT: 1,053 SUMMARY: You need to breathe. NOTE: Contains attempted suicide I’m sorry.

The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sound of the running water into the tub. Your eyes were dull as you mindlessly watched the water level increase more and more. Somehow, it filled you with a sense of comfort, but it also struck fear deep in your heart.

Your eyebrows stitched themselves together. No. You wouldn’t doubt yourself now. You’ve already decided upon this, and nothing could convince you otherwise to stop. This was better for you. For everyone around you that you always seemed to disappoint. It was a wonder why you never did this earlier. …Oh yes, because of the fear.

Once you did this, there would be no turning back, but then again, it wasn’t like you had anything to turn back to. You had no one, save for a few friends and your ever loving boyfriend, but it was because you loved them that you decided this was the best choice for them. After all, how could a worthless lowlife such as yourself be ever deserving of such kindness? Such happiness, no matter how fleeting?

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[lanoirechatte]

I can't believe how much comfort I find w my 2d boy it's sad

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[lanoirechatte]

Can't help but think good and finally

[mtfautoandrophile]

sometimes you are impaled by ten swords and you are still alright because a new day is dawning and sometimes a new day is dawning but it doesn’t help you because you are impaled by ten swords

[mirayama]