Taken from Robert Crumb’s Plunge Into The Depths […]
I framed this at work yesterday and just love it. Cant give artist credit cos unknown to me. Once again pictures have to speak for me. (Was going to post this morning but ran outta time).
I have a friend who is struggling. He’s close to rock bottom but he still takes time out of his life to send me pictures of the places he is. Sometimes it is some view from a garage roof, sometimes it is the Gulf. Yesterday it was this little bird.
I can’t help him. I can’t save him. The hardest thing about friendship is allowing myself to be a friend and not a savior. Not […]
I got a new tablet recently (Samsung Galaxy Tab “S”), and I’m interested in finding an app that will let me try to draw things.
Can any of you recommend a good FREE app for this?
I see a number of options in the app store but don’t know what ones are trash. The ones I’ve tried so far have been disappointing.
All I want to do is sketch things and doodle, then save the picture so I can post it here if it’s not too horrible.
I tried one called “Sketch Guru” but it didn’t work so I uninstalled it.
There was another one called “Sketchbook” by Autodesk which […]
Drowning, I love your pictures. Thank you for posting them.
I am in rough shape so comments are turned off. Glad you are feeling better.
The rain cold on my tongue
this red tulip sways and
for fifty seven seconds I am
at complete peace with myself.
They are never interested in me, no matter how compelling it might be to think they are.
Also, I must make a point of viewing pictures of real dead bodies and videos of suicides to become desensitized the reality of my own death and the idea of my corpse.
You say we have it easier
But that’s a lie.
You hid in fear.
We say, “So do I.”
The words written.
It all cuts deep.
Pictures taken.
Terrible things we begin to believe.
We don’t mean to cause a fuss.
You just don’t understand.
We didn’t need anyone to hit us.
We had the hands.
Quit letting us down.
You’re blinded by your past.
Things are different now.
Your time has passed.
Emotional pain.
The scars you see.
No confidence to gain.
We pray to be free.You had it bad
But we do, too.
Please don’t be mad.
We’re just screaming the truth.
sportsnut
As a Brit living abroad, here’s a couple of pictures to help you remember the what it’s like back in the old country. The first one was taken in Hampshire (where else!) at a place called Old Winchester Hill. It’s my favourite spot in the world and where I want my ashes scattered when the time comes. You wouldn’t think there could be so many shades of green. It’s a green and pleasant land indeed – well at least in this one small corner of it!
hi, my name is Julianna and this is my story.
I’ve been bullied like crazy since I’ve moved to Alaska. I’ve made some bad decisions and I regret them very much. Boys here like to take advantage of me. I always saw the good in them. They ask me to be their girlfriend. After a few days in the middle of the night they ask me to send them nude pictures of myself. They tell me they love me and that this is what people that trust and love each other do. I sent them. Recently a boy I’ve like for many months did this to […]
There was a time i was an active user on this sight. tho it was a long ago, i doubt anyone on this sight recognises my user name, i first came here back around 2010/2011. so im old school SP, when i joined the sight was different, we didnt even have things beside our names, nevermind being able to put pictures in beside our names. I came here looking for a suicide partner, someone to go out with. i spent every waking moment reading of ways to die, and i found many easy ways out. but this place gave me the one thing i didnt […]
“Latterly during the loneliness in which he found himself as he lay facing the back of the sofa, a loneliness in the midst of a populous town and surrounded by numerous acquaintances and relations but that yet could not have been more complete—either at the bottom of the sea or under the earth—during that terrible loneliness Ivan Ilyich had lived only in memories of the past. Pictures of his past rose before him one after another. They always began with what was nearest in time and then went back to what was most remote—to his childhood—and rested there.”
-Leo Tolstoy (The Death of Ivan Ilyich)
This exactly […]
I hate Facebook today.
Last night, I learned that a friend took her own life. Her Facebook page is full of pictures with her arms wrapped around her children, positive quotes, jokes, “happy” pictures with friends and deeply spiritual thoughts.
We post glimpses of our hearts not wide open pictures of our real life. We are careful not to show depth or vulnerability. God forbid that someone would see our flaws or pain.
I am learning that the keyboard becomes a template on which people […]
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ive always felt ugly. i am fat and ugly. i recently lost a lot of weight. i went from weighing 180lbs to weighing 145lbs but now i weigh 160lbs and i am just so ugly and weak. food is my weakness. i love food but i hate it at the same time. this happens all the time. i lose the weight but then i gain a lot of weight, i dont know why. i hate the way i look. it depresses me, it really really depresses me. i cry about it all the time. my body is a big issue of mine. i just cant […]
I’ve been thinking about you today. 14 years of you. 14 years filled with endless family tailgating, barbecues, alcohol, weed, and music. We haven’t been the same since I left for college a year ago. You broke me out of my shell, saved me from myself, and were the sister I never had. I know you’ve changed because you have all new friends, our mutual old ones don’t like you much. I can stop blaming myself for the most part. We needed this time apart because I was too dependent on you, I thought people needed you around to hang out with me. It’s not […]
No horny white boy, i do not want to see your penis
no horny white boy i do not want to exchange pictures
Yes horny white boy i do not want anything between us
No that does not mean come closer, be warned i have scissors
No horny white boy that does not mean i am a racist
No horny white boy this is not because your white
Horny white boy i wouldn’t take penis pictures regardless
No horny white boy just because your white does not make you right
I think I’m starting to remove myself from the human species. I feel like they’re foreign when I see them in pictures. Like I’m not one of them. I need some reminder I can communicate with them.
Hi!
Thanks for reading. Im that girl that use to post pictures and qoutes on SP. Im not a good writer, so i like to post pictures instead. This is my first post that i write something. Its a poem. The girl in the poem is me. I know its short. But i Hope you will like it. Can you guess whats the story behind the poem? Please comment what you think about it. Ty!
Im a murderer
I killed the girl
I used to be
The girl that used to have a
Friend
the girl that used to be
Beautiful
the girl that used to be
To all of you who complained about the picture on my previous post.
IT IS NOT ATTENTION SEEKING.
It’s a way of showing people in what kind of trouble you’re really in. I wanted people to see that these are not just small cuts ob the wrist. These are literally wholes all over my body.
And let me clear some things for the people saying the picture is downloaded…
The pictures of self harm you find on the Internet are all real. Thise were all posted by people who do those things to themselves. So even if you did download a picture from the internet, you […]
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