Sitting on the bridge
Thinking about death a little harder tonight
I called the suicide help line
A first for me
But I needed someone to talk to

The man said he couldn’t hear me well
Because of the bridge
I said “I’m going bad”
I just want to be happy
I just want to be pure

He said “I can’t hear because of the wind” so I came down and sheltered my phone for a moment to talk to him briefly.
He said “I don’t know why you called”

He said “happiness is something that happens when all your problems
Are gone”
I said “thanks for your help I guess”

If I fall will they be gone,
If I fall will I be happy.

I watched the sun set.
I’m watching my city go dark.
The end is so beautiful.

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906,855 notes   -  26 October 2013

  • Me in 5th grade: I will never smoke or drink or do any drugs ever
  • Me now: I probably wouldn't do meth
637,865 notes   -  9 July 2013


Andrew O’Toole / Culture Magazine June/July 2011.


I want you.
7 notes   -  23 June 2013



I know I have a new male model crush every month but holy fucking shitballs son, this man is beautiful.