|—||Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via heliophobus)|
It saddens me so many people have reblogged this, and so many people have felt this horrible feeling that I, too, have experienced. I wish I could do something for each soul. More than 25,000 people. Can’t believe.
More than 73,000 people now..
Over half a million people.
This doesn’t include the people who don’t have tumblr, the younger kids, the older adults, the people too poor for Internet, the people who have already done it, the people to scared to reblog
Way to many notes, this deserves no notes at all, no one should ever feel the need to kill themselves, no one should ever get that far down, suicide shouldn’t exist, if any of my followers are ever feeling down promise me you’ll message me, I can’t lose anyone else to suicide, please if you need anyone talk to me, a friend, teacher, work colleague or even a family member, please do not turn to suicide!
every day every night
Tried and failed
“approximately one million people worldwide die by suicide each year.
this corresponds to one death by suicide every 40 seconds.
or about 3,000 deaths by suicide daily.”
Everyone reblog this please
stop this makes me so sad because once it hits 0 that means yeah I’m alive, but someone else isn’t.
been watching this for the past ten minutes, thinking about all the people who felt suicide was their only option
just trying not become one of those
THIS GRAPHIC IS NOT MINE
So, today I visited my family. First I went to celebrate my grandpa’s 80th birthday, then I saw my sick cousin. He’s been sick for years, since he was sixteen years old. Now he’s 21, and about to die of cancer. My grandpas lived for so long, and my cousin for such a short time. Still, Walter, my cousin, has so much will to live. Right now, he can’t go to the bathroom on his own, walk, or breathe well. But he still has a great will to live that I admire everyday. Here I am, physically well, and I might be the death of me. I know theres so much ahead for me, but each day I have less faith in that happening. It’s my life, but I’m trying not to be selfish. I stay alive because of my mother, my father, my cousins, my grandparents, my dogs… What would happen to them? My grandparents, cousins, and classmates will move on, but my parents? My adorable dog? I can’t bear think what I would put my mother through. Maybe she would feel as I do right now, and I don’t ever want her to feel that way, but I’m trying. Still, I’m sliping.