Bye Bye, Blackbird

"I live for my peers, for the people I love. For when I die, it is not me who will be affected...."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 04:52:01 +0200

“I live for my peers, for the people I love. For when I die, it is not me who will be affected. It’s the ones I leave behind.”

- Cameron Duncan, DFK6498

Rest In Peace.

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 00:15:50 +0200

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Wed, 12 Jun 2013 21:09:30 +0200

Goodbye.

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 02:53:52 +0200

Messages I will never send, Pt 7

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:43:55 +0200

Almost exactly a year ago, I read a message from you that was about three weeks old. You wrote that you were going to kill yourself and wouldn’t be there for in four months’ time when I’d allowed you to talk to me again.

I didn’t hesitate for even a second before I picked up the phone and called you. I still cared.

Just … if you don’t hate me, please let me know.

"But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself any more. You can’t..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 22:34:08 +0200

“But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself any more. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”

- Jay Asher

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Sat, 25 May 2013 22:14:24 +0200

"The joy, supposedly, is in the giving. So when the joy is gone; when the giving starts to feel more..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:58:51 +0200

““The joy, supposedly, is in the giving. So when the joy is gone; when the giving starts to feel more like a burden, that’s when you stop. But if you’re like most people I know, you give until it hurts. And then you’ll give some more.””

- Grey’s Anatomy

friend: you should've come with us!

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:33:07 +0200

friend: you should've come with us!
me: an invitation might have helped

things

Sat, 25 May 2013 19:35:40 +0200

gingerhaze:

oh my god hello how are you welcome to my aquarium

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:41:22 +0200

oh my god hello how are you welcome to my aquarium

"She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:51:41 +0200

“She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.”

- Julia Gregson

thedukeoflions: where’s my fucking risotto

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:50:42 +0200

thedukeoflions:

where’s my fucking risotto

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Sat, 25 May 2013 16:32:05 +0200

l1berum: OMG HE WAS SLEEPING WITH HIS NOSE JUST ABOVE WATER...

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:59:13 +0200

l1berum:

OMG HE WAS SLEEPING WITH HIS NOSE JUST ABOVE WATER LEVEL

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Sat, 25 May 2013 15:50:28 +0200

i thought of you, while in the shower and i thought of how nice it’d be to have your things among...

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:42:29 +0200

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

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Sat, 25 May 2013 15:40:15 +0200

"I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:12:27 +0200

“I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.”

- Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 28 January 1927

Messages I will never send Pt 6

Sat, 25 May 2013 04:22:19 +0200

I hope you’re doing okay with uni. I remember you saying you had exams around this time. Late May, perhaps early June. So … best of luck. Really. You are so intelligent and it was always so sad to see you struggle.
I would have supported any decision you’d make. If you had given up on that degree and decided to be a lowly, but happy chef, I would have tried to help you relax after you came back from work completely exhausted and too tired to function. Or any other job that made you happy. And if (when!) you are to finish this goddamn degree, I would have been there at the graduation ceremony, bawling my eyes out because I’d be so fucking proud. Or if you refused to go, I would have celebrated (with) you in silence.
But you don’t want me there.