What your heart finds great, is great!

Life is about love and that love is divine. Divinity, is a light ignited in every single being.

Peaceful love

My hands run through
Your soft, dark hair
And you keep resting
Not a whisper in the air

For silence never spoke
Any louder than this
The comfort and love
Soundlessness

HAHAH OMG
FUQ EVERYTHING

Body

Empty handed
Mind is absent
The room is heated
Filled with action

Grabs the knife
Only one hand open
Clenched tight fist
Now her leg is swollen

All she sees is blood
The pain is too much
End it now!
She needs to be numb

Drip, drip-pour it down
The alcohol has no taste
All she can take in
Fast to her face

Rip down the doors
The medicine cabinet opens
In search of all the pieces
But she will remain broken

Well today was certainly disastrous.

Blood and alcohol?

I MELTED THAT BULL SHIT

I MELTED THAT BULL SHIT

I have felt as though I don’t belong
And so today I sing my swan song.

CLAUDIO
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy
if I could say how much.—Lady, as you are mine, I am
yours. I give away myself for you and dote upon the
exchange.

(Source: kbroooo)

Victory

At last,
I can see you again.
I have waited all day
To rest this weary head.

Pull up the covers
And snuggle in deep.
I close my eyes
And put the mind on repeat.

It’s between you and me,
It’s the time we first meet.

All of this is so real,
The way your hair kisses your temple.
Your eyes always light up
With moments so simple.

Oh, here it comes,
The embrace.
You leave me once again
Without a single taste.

I try to stay,
To keep the eyes closed tight.
Alas, you have vanished and I am alone..
Sunlight.

So, I’ve been feeling my usual low lately…but I remembered something, it’s been a bit over a year since I’ve relied on substance to escape this world. I’ve thought about it more than once and even had that dealer number in the palm of my hand every day.

A month or so ago I deleted that number.

A month or so ago I guess I thought I could make it. 

A month or so ago I believed in something.

So here’s to being clean.

So here’s to taking it one day at a time and only just now looking to the past.

We can make it through these times. Even if it never gets easier.

"Hold your head up, there’s a light in the sky. Iknow you’re fed up, but you must try to survive."
-Macklemore FT. Xperience (The Language of My World)

So, I’ve been feeling my usual low lately…but I remembered something, it’s been a bit over a year since I’ve relied on substance to escape this world. I’ve thought about it more than once and even had that dealer number in the palm of my hand every day.

A month or so ago I deleted that number.

A month or so ago I guess I thought I could make it.

A month or so ago I believed in something.

So here’s to being clean.

So here’s to taking it one day at a time and only just now looking to the past.

We can make it through these times. Even if it never gets easier.

"Hold your head up, there’s a light in the sky. Iknow you’re fed up, but you must try to survive."
-Macklemore FT. Xperience (The Language of My World)

If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

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THISSSS!!!!

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Posted up
Back to the wall
Street lights paint the silhouette of a man
Transaction made
Hand to hand

Back home
Fallin on the floor
The body is limp and numb
Put the mask back on
Syrup slide down
Psychotropic waste land

It feels like your heart is in your throat and your chest will explode.
It sounds like people talking all around you and whispering judgment into each ear.
It tastes stale and bitter.
There is no scent and you can see hell all around you.