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The Suicide Project

Notes, poems, pictures, and quotes that inspire a soon-to-be feature film about Max McLean, a teenage girl who runs away from home in order to understand her boyfriend's suicide. When she unexpectedly meets a young man named Ish, he reveals more to Max about life (and death) than she could have ever imagined.

  • “SHE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. SHE JUST HUGGED ME TIGHT AND WOULDN’T LET GO. SO, I HUGGED HER BACK.”
-PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

    “SHE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. SHE JUST HUGGED ME TIGHT AND WOULDN’T LET GO. SO, I HUGGED HER BACK.”

    -PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

    Tagged: suicide missing hug Perks of Being A Wallflower Stephen Chbosky film French I miss you love death sad Living With t Living With the Dead Samuel Beckett

    Posted on November 23, 2012 with 30 notes

  • THERE WAS A TIME I LOVED SOMEONE THIS MUCH. NOW I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, BUT I CAN REMEMBER REMEMBERING.

    THERE WAS A TIME I LOVED SOMEONE THIS MUCH. NOW I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, BUT I CAN REMEMBER REMEMBERING.

    Tagged: French Living With the Dead Samuel Beckett anger black and white existential heartache heartbreak helpless hopeless i miss you loss love passion suicide tragedy tu me manques violence you are missing from me nostalgia family

    Posted on June 28, 2012 with 10 notes

  • GOD, WHAT GOOD AM I IF I CAN’T MAKE REAL ART? NOW I SOUND LIKE EVERY OTHER WHINY, MEDIOCRE ARTIST. GREAT.
BUT STILL, I HATE TO ADMIT IT…
I LIKE APPROVAL.
I WANT SUCCESS. I WANT TO BE HEARD, AND YES, I WANT TO MAKE PEOPLE LIKE ME BECAUSE IF THEY LIKE ME, IT MEANS I MADE THEM FEEL SOMETHING, IT MEANS I HELPED THEM. I WANT TO MATTER IN SOMEONE’S LIFE. I WANT TO BE THE CHANGE THIS WORLD NEEDS. I WANT TO BE THE COMPASSION THAT’S MISSING FROM PEOPLE’S LIVES WHEN THEY MOST NEED IT.
I WANT YOU TO FOLLOW MY BLOG BECAUSE WHENEVER YOU’RE FEELING ALONE OR FUCKED UP OR EVEN MILDLY SAD, YOU SHOULD KNOW THERE IS A COSMIC LINK BETWEEN YOU AND OTHERS YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET AND THAT WHATEVER PAIN, HURT, ANGER, DESPAIR, AND THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD THAT MIGHT DAMAGE YOU MORE THAN ANY DISEASE COULD, IS NOT BEING IGNORED. THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT SUFFER AND MAKE TRULY AMAZING THINGS HAPPEN EVERY DAY AND THERE ARE ARTISTS THAT FIND A REASON FOR TRAGEDY AND MAKE PEOPLE AWARE THAT DESPITE HOW SCREWED UP A PERSON MIGHT BE, REGARDLESS OF THE THINGS THEY DO, THAT SOMEONE WHO IS HURT DESERVES COMPASSION AND THAT IF WE WERE ALL JUST A LITTLE KINDER, MAYBE EVERYONE WOULD BE A LITTLE HAPPIER.
SOMETIMES LIFE IS A FIGHT, BUT IT IS ALWAYS WORTH FIGHTING FOR.
AT SOME POINT, YOU JUST GOTTA GET OUT OF BED AND JOIN THE WAR.

    GOD, WHAT GOOD AM I IF I CAN’T MAKE REAL ART? NOW I SOUND LIKE EVERY OTHER WHINY, MEDIOCRE ARTIST. GREAT.

    BUT STILL, I HATE TO ADMIT IT…

    I LIKE APPROVAL.

    I WANT SUCCESS. I WANT TO BE HEARD, AND YES, I WANT TO MAKE PEOPLE LIKE ME BECAUSE IF THEY LIKE ME, IT MEANS I MADE THEM FEEL SOMETHING, IT MEANS I HELPED THEM. I WANT TO MATTER IN SOMEONE’S LIFE. I WANT TO BE THE CHANGE THIS WORLD NEEDS. I WANT TO BE THE COMPASSION THAT’S MISSING FROM PEOPLE’S LIVES WHEN THEY MOST NEED IT.

    I WANT YOU TO FOLLOW MY BLOG BECAUSE WHENEVER YOU’RE FEELING ALONE OR FUCKED UP OR EVEN MILDLY SAD, YOU SHOULD KNOW THERE IS A COSMIC LINK BETWEEN YOU AND OTHERS YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET AND THAT WHATEVER PAIN, HURT, ANGER, DESPAIR, AND THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD THAT MIGHT DAMAGE YOU MORE THAN ANY DISEASE COULD, IS NOT BEING IGNORED. THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT SUFFER AND MAKE TRULY AMAZING THINGS HAPPEN EVERY DAY AND THERE ARE ARTISTS THAT FIND A REASON FOR TRAGEDY AND MAKE PEOPLE AWARE THAT DESPITE HOW SCREWED UP A PERSON MIGHT BE, REGARDLESS OF THE THINGS THEY DO, THAT SOMEONE WHO IS HURT DESERVES COMPASSION AND THAT IF WE WERE ALL JUST A LITTLE KINDER, MAYBE EVERYONE WOULD BE A LITTLE HAPPIER.

    SOMETIMES LIFE IS A FIGHT, BUT IT IS ALWAYS WORTH FIGHTING FOR.

    AT SOME POINT, YOU JUST GOTTA GET OUT OF BED AND JOIN THE WAR.

    Tagged: anger art art therapy bed black and white change compassion damage death depression despair dream fight french happiness help hurt ignored kindness lonliness love pain suicide text the world this is not a dream tragedy war you are not alone bravery

    Posted on April 13, 2012 with 8 notes

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