that fact that all it took to make me smile was to see your name come up is weird. it’s just a shame you don’t feel the same. =/
This film is perfection
Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
Clementine: [pauses] Okay.
This morning I woke to see everyone talking about Tulsias’ suicide attempt. As much as I feel sorry for anyone who has ever thought about ending their life, I can’t help thinking how sick it is knowing that magazine companies and newspapers have paid for her to talk about it. As some one who has tried to do it, I can’t help feeling like paying someone or even just boosting that persons profile, is sick. In my opinion if someone had offered me money or something like I’ll put your band in every newspaper in the world! I’d be so fucking angry.
Suicide is personal, something that should only be shared with people you can trust, people that care for you. Not a paper or magazine. And for people who are saying things like she is being so brave for letting the world know. No. No she is not. In my personal opinion it is an insult to anyone who has ever thought about talking their own life.
Fuck you suicide.
Fucking knackered and feel like I have made progress in the whole starting to pretend that I don’t care crack?
You are a permanent response to a temporary problem, and you are a solution to nothing.
I just want to say that at the on set, there is nothing good or romantic about you, Suicide. You are a tragedy.
You are almost in all cases, preventable.
Abe Lincoln had periods of intense, paralyzing depression throughout his life and he became the best President of the United States ever in history, except for Franklin Pierce. (I’m kidding Franklin Pierce, you were the worse.)
There is a correlation between depressive personalities and creativity, but people who are suffering from paralyzing depression don’t create anything.
So it’s very important to me that any time we talk about a writer who’s life ended in suicide that people survive depression, and also that Sylvia Plath wasn’t a good writer because she eventually committed suicide. In fact, her career was cut short and I mourn all of the many wonderful books we might have had.
In short, Suicide, I don’t like to say mean things, but you suck.