#suicide

Everything...affects everything ↗

— Jay Asher

#teen #ya #teen

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#suicide #hope

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#suicide #story

The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#suicide #different

Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain. ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#pain #suicide #die

LADY LAZARUS I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it-- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?-- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade. What a million filaments. The peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see Them unwrap me hand and foot-- The big strip tease. Gentlemen, ladies These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute Amused shout: 'A miracle!' That knocks me out. There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart-- It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. So, so, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy. I am your opus, I am your valuable, The pure gold baby That melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern. Ash, ash-- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-- A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #poetry #suicide #art

When you're young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you're laughing again. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#my-story #suicide #commitment

What's the big fucking deal? Lots of amazing people have committed suicide, and they turned out alright. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#commitment

A lot of you cared, just not enough. ↗

— Jay Asher

#suicide #tragedy #reason

The anarch's study of the history of the caesars has more of a theoretical significance for him - it offers a sampling of how far rulers can go. In practice, self-discipline is the only kind of rule that suits the anarch. He, too, can kill anyone (this is deeply immured in the crypt of his consciousness) and, above all, extinguish himself if he finds himself inadequate. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#caesarism #ernst-jünger #self-discipline #suicide #anarchism