My good, close (probably best) friend’s girlfriend killed herself in October 2011. She walked out in front of a train. After hearing about her death, I’ve become obsessed. Ive been researching her story, statistics of suicides by trains, and even just watching trains pass in my free time. I’m so desperate to know if this girl felt any pain, or if she died on impact. I want to know what was going through her head as she waited for the train, and what she was thinking as she walked out onto the tracks, knowing those would be her last steps. I want to know who […]
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Whistle
Its okay you got a bad grade. It’s okay you’re not skinny and have bright eyes and don’t fit into size four jeans. It’s okay boys don’t whistle at you (I mean, you’re not a dog, are you?) It’s okay that you’re friends are leaving, because if they were such good friends, they’d be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like shit.
It’s okay you’re parents shout at you, their trying their best and I don’t think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It’s okay you feel as though you’ve lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. […]
the crisp smell of Autumn,
the soft crunch of snow
the pattern of pebbles,
a star’s milky glow.
the whistle of wind,
the dampness of dew
the rustle of leaves,
a deep sunset hue.
the curl of a cloud,
the pale of the sky
the stripes of an oak,
a dove’s peaceful cry.
the fragrance of flowers,
the sweet smell of pine
the aroma of rain,
a moon’s lovely shine.
the rumble of thunder,
the hum of close cars
the sigh of a drizzle,
and the silence of stars.
the tranquil of twilight,
the ebony of night
the soothing of sleep,
… For now all is right.