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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.

  • WE NEED TO BE KIND TO PEOPLE. WE NEED TO TELL THE PEOPLE WE LOVE HOW WE FEEL ABOUT THEM, AND NOT JUST SAY IT BUT MAKE THEM FEEL IT. WE NEED TO TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER. PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE. WE COULD BE COMPASSIONATE AND CONSIDERATE AND NICE. MAYBE WE COULD MAKE PEOPLE HAPPIER.
IT’S TIME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS.
LET’S MAKE A MOVIE.

    WE NEED TO BE KIND TO PEOPLE. WE NEED TO TELL THE PEOPLE WE LOVE HOW WE FEEL ABOUT THEM, AND NOT JUST SAY IT BUT MAKE THEM FEEL IT. WE NEED TO TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER. PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE. WE COULD BE COMPASSIONATE AND CONSIDERATE AND NICE. MAYBE WE COULD MAKE PEOPLE HAPPIER.

    IT’S TIME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS.

    LET’S MAKE A MOVIE.

    Tagged: Living With the Dead Samuel Beckett afraid anxious black and white broken compassion confused dead death depressed fear feeling film filmmaking happy heartbroken hurting kindness life live lonely love movies sad scared suicide teen suicide movie

    Posted on December 9, 2012 with 5 notes

  • IT HAPPENS.

    IT HAPPENS.

    Tagged: life love suicide kindess understanding compassion black and white

    Posted on April 14, 2012 with 19 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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