fulldark

Don't judge a book by it's movie.

my brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth thursday of last year
and i missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know 'why'.
my brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
 was not beautiful at all.

and last week i got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
( again )
except this time
she'd gone too far
and now she was gone.
and i had a hard time falling asleep at night
snd her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but i did not
want to be there at all.
this is not
beautiful.

the girl down the street
would've turned 21 last year
and i can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would've
( should've )
had.
but she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
this is not
beautiful.

my freshman year of college
and my room was beautiful
and how i wanted to be just like her.
but she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
so now her parents are no longer supportng her
college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
this is not
beautiful.

so y'all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self-harm and eating disorders and commiting suicide
and shove them as far up your a/s/s
as you possibly can.
starvation is not beautiful.
killing yourself is not beautiful.
sadness is not beautiful.
this note i am writing is not beautiful.

but you
you are beautiful.
and it's about damn time you start believing it.

x

Some of you are too fave hungry. Like shut up. It's not about the faves. It's about being able to express yourself via quotes.. Or am I wrong?

Falling in Reverse's cover of Gangster's Paradise makes me want to scream and cry because, it's so perfect. 

Tell me if this makes sense, this guy is talking about how he wants to meet up on the fourth and all of this crap and how he wants to come pick me up at my house and hang out but, when I say that he should come over and hand, THE DAY BEFORE THE 4TH, he doesn't have a ride / he can't. Yeah, makes no sense. He just needs to lose my number, I don't have time for little games. 

 

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Bless whoever gave Michael the little stuffed lion because this is one of the cutest things ever.