♡ ELEVENHOUR

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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
and 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 roommate 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 supporting 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 committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
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.

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cheekylittledarling:

don’t be shy
don’t be kind
somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines.

it’s alright
i will fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes
just sit down
please
sit down
here
at the table and we’ll talk

i know you were getting tired of my drinking
i guess I was never cut out for the coke scene
you were worried i would end up like your father and
tired of the smoke and somewhere the wind blows

we’ll see friends in brooklyn
drive south to richmond
there’s traffic on the bridge
a woman on the ledge
and everywhere the wind
everything is happening at once.

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Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. —― Nathaniel Hawthorne (via psych-quotes)

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