reasons to stay alive

exactly what it sounds like. one young woman's compilation of good reasons not to kill herself. not always safe for work. not always a safe space - or really ever, i suppose.

[theoryoflostthings]

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here—through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

Gwendolyn Brooks, “To the Young Who Want to Die” (via holdonmagnolia)

green’s your color. You are Spring.

(via untouched-possible)

[untanglingunraveling]

Reasons to Survive November

November like a train wreck – as if a locomotive made of cold had hurtled out of Canada and crashed into a million trees, flaming the leaves, setting the woods on fire. The sky is a thick, cold gauze – but there’s a soup special at the Waffle House downtown, and the Jack Parsons show is up at the museum, full of luminous red barns. – Or maybe I’ll visit beautiful Donna, the kickboxing queen from Santa Fe, and roll around in her foldout bed. I know there are some people out there who think I am supposed to end up in a room by myself with a gun and a bottle full of hate, a locked door and my slack mouth open like a disconnected phone. But I hate those people back from the core of my donkey soul and the hatred makes me strong and my survival is their failure, and my happiness would kill them so I shove joy like a knife into my own heart over and over and I force myself toward pleasure, and I love this November life where I run like a train deeper and deeper into the land of my enemies.

—Tony Hoagland

[prudeghost-deactivated20141020]

wanna help me make an encyclopedia of reasons to stay alive? wanna tell yr friends about it too so that together we can create an awesome resource telling depression to fuck the fuck off?

here’s a sample of my most recent stay alive list. submissions are open to everyone, regardless of yr mental health. if you have questions or need any clarifications, please lemme know!

stay alive, babes <3

[reasonstostayalive]

hi guys! i'm already doing this in a smallish way on this blog that almost nobody follows! hi hi hi! let's team up!

[caattnip-deactivated20211010]

[statictrees-deactivated20220804]

Derrick C. Brown - “Instead of Killing Yourself” from his newest book “Strange Light”

www.brownpoetry.com 

[reasonstostayalive]

95-105

[fuckiminmy20s]

[reasonstostayalive]

89-94

[willyoumarrymewatermelon-blog]

[reasonstostayalive]

57-88

[reasonstostayalive]

i should update this blog more.

sorry, 36 followers! i'm not doing a quality job as far as suicide prevention goes...oops...i'll work on it.

[oldmanflower-deactivated2013110]

..Fill out all government forms in Español. Check all the boxes for your race. Ride your bike to work. Make art in the streets. Feed people without a license. Go to city council meetings. Sit in at the state House and Senate. Wear a purple boa. Don’t apologize for your presence. Write love letters to mothers and fathers in prison. To the wardens, the police officers, the judges. Write love letters to queer kids and their bullies. Tell them you are staying here for THEM. Kiss a Republican on the cheek. Show them how to love someone you don’t understand. DO SOMETHING with that tight fist. That broken heart. That liberal mouth. Progress is a series of small bold moves. Don’t leave. Here is where we need you.

Lauren Zuniga (via acidicsarcasm)

#56 here is where we need you.

[reasonstostayalive]

Reasons to Survive November by Tony Hoagland

November like a train wreck-- as if a locomotive made of cold had hurtled out of Canada and crashed into a million trees, flaming the leaves, setting the woods on fire.

The sky is a thick, cold gauze-- but there's a soup special at the Waffle House downtown, and the Jack Parsons show is up at the museum, full of luminous red barns.

--Or maybe I'll visit beautiful Donna, the kickboxing queen from Santa Fe, and roll around in her foldout bed.

I know there are some people out there who think I am supposed to end up in a room by myself

with a gun and a bottle full of hate, a locked door and my slack mouth open like a disconnected phone.

But I hate those people back from the core of my donkey soul and the hatred makes me strong and my survival is their failure,

and my happiness would kill them so I shove joy like a knife into my own heart over and over

and I force myself toward pleasure, and I love this November life where I run like a train deeper and deeper into the land of my enemies.

[reasonstostayalive]

bearkraken:

tacos

not wearing pants

daft punk

debauchery at the playground

saying “oh god, i hope this doesn’t kill me” and it doesn’t and you can laugh

the L word

dyke haircuts

watercolors

making comics for the rest of life

Gaga

GIRLS

not sleeping, being dead means sleeping ALL THE TIME

being unabashedly inappropriate

listmaking

#36-49

also #50: when I got to 39 and then the next one, I was like...thirty-ten?  so #50 is those little moments when you find your own idiocy amusing.

[dilithiumcrystals]

Reasons to Stay Alive

[reasonstostayalive]

lidpill:

you matter. 

presumably meant as a response to olive/bearkraken's post.

#35.

reasons to stay alive

[reasonstostayalive]

bearkraken:

good cherries

bite marks on my neck

lesbros

mashups

ice cream

Candy Kitchen saltwater taffy

debauchery

nice friends with nice drugs

musicals

tumblr lesbians

vindication, to prove that I’m not weak.

i do not want to be hospitalized again. not now.

#22-34, i guess.

[emlove-blog-blog]

[reasonstostayalive]

courtneypie:

heatheryfeathery:

(via mylionheart, emlove)

#21 you will succeed!

[poesies-blog]

To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

[reasonstostayalive]

poesies:

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here—through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

#20 death will wait.

[icanread]

[reasonstostayalive]

icanread:

(by hannah henrie)

#19

it is human. universal. you are not alone and it will be okay.

[icanread]

[reasonstostayalive]

icanread:

(by pressao)

#s 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

[reasonstostayalive]

#12 some day you'll learn to fly.