juansendizon:

“And I am starting to learn that when someone says ‘I want to die’ it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re holding a gun to their head, ready to jump from a forty story building or swallow the pills they’re hiding under the bed. ‘I want to die’ could be the same as ‘Look at me. I’m in so much pain. I’m failing my classes on purpose. It has been five days since I last took a shower and my breath smells like too much alcohol.’ ‘I want to die’ could be the very definition of ‘I don’t care about anything anymore, and I need someone to help me’ and of course you’d have to help them because they are tired of life or at the very least—send them to someone you know they can trust.”

— Juansen Dizon, Tired of Living

violentwavesofemotion:

“I submit to the wolves and feed them my heart.”

— Amy J. Richardson, fom “With Wolves I Awaken,” written c. January 2007

hamletophelias:

“I keep spitting blood. Everything tastes of heartache Where it should taste of love instead. The hands around my throat Have started to feel more like a muse than a noose. I want freedom but there is so much comfort In knowing exactly where the blows will land.”

— tender when you press down

kehrouac:

“Softly, or not at all.”

— Mildred Bowers, from Selected Poems; “Answer,” written c. May 1927 (via shahrzad-s)