The truth is that mental illness can be deadly, and suicide is the end result of ongoing symptoms. Cancer kills when it spreads so much that the organs can’t function. Mental illness kills when the urge to die becomes louder than the urge to live.
this has a lot of notes.That Lit Site
IN THE END
In the end, there are five bear cubs underneath your porch. You name them after U.S. Presidents. Taft dies of starvation. Carter disappears into the flowers. Hoover is carried away by hawks. Roosevelt digs into the ground to get away from ghosts. Lincoln grows up. Lincoln becomes a mother, with five cubs of her own. You are very proud of Lincoln. After Lincoln eats you, you adapt to your new life. You are still so proud of the bears you have given names to. Maybe they were dogs.Recommended Reading: Three poems by Dalton Day at Hobart. (via millionsmillions) Millions Millions
went to see Kid Rock at this county fair in western michigan last night…realized while there how many fake fucks with two or three university degrees pretend to care about auto workers, fast food workers, military vets, etc etc…yet would never want to be in the same space with them. like, at a Kid Rock concert. or a county fair. and instead make fun of Kid Rock and his audience. and instead are ‘embarrassed’ by things like living in brooklyn and owning a closet-sized washer and dryer, and eat quinoa, and write sentences that can only be understood by the top 1% of ‘intellectuals.’
last night i realized i never want to leave the midwest.
EE on Kid Rock, the Midwest, subtumblring (?) authors of books she’s currently reading…fast machine
La vie quotidienne
"I guess I’m still coming to terms with the fact that when I walk out of a room the story line continues in the room I just left instead of following me around like a security camera." - Chelsea Martin, Even Though I Don’t Miss You
Jellyfish cosmology is unusual in that it contains no devils; jellyfish are drawn to the good lie, the myth of benevolence, like scraps of metal to a magnet.I have five animal poems up at Hobart today! (via outsidewarmafghans) (it is a true error)
you say you don’t have any interest in what Scott McClanahan and I somewhat jokingly (but mostly seriously) refer to as ‘bleeding on the page.’ Why is that? do you think you can be a successful writer without bleeding? Is this really just a comment about your wife’s writing?
my wife interviewed me about my book/Hobart/her
Hobart on Hobart
(via aaronburch)Aaron Burch