Date someone who would rather watch your favorite movie with you then go to a party on Friday night. Date someone who will share their food with you even though you said you didn’t want any. Date someone who will warm your hands in the winter and kiss your pink nose. Date someone who will text you they love you at 2am and at 9pm. Date someone who will let you change the station in the car when they’re driving. Date someone who can make you smile when you would rather die. Date someone who makes your insides feel like you’ve just downed a bottle of vodka. Date someone who makes you better.

Anonymous asked:

Ok, wow. What you wrote about the poetry and wrist cutting stuff was honestly really really fucked up. You don't know people's lives. You never know, maybe poetry is their only outlet to felling better. If you have a fucking problem with it, blacklist it or unfollow whoever posts them, you inconsiderate twat.

organmeat answered:

Okay I am inconsiderate when there are young kids being influenced into thinking that killing themselves is beautiful and majestic and poetic art because idiots are writing about how cute it is to kill yourself and bleed to death in your bathtub, literally sit down.

How about instead of writing how lovely it is to “close your eyes and fall asleep, drift away as it drips from your veins,” or about your OCD boyfriend who “accidentally cut his wrist but couldn’t cut just one,” you write about how upset your families are when they have to scrub blood stains out of the carpet of your room and how scarred they are every time they walk down the hallway and picture your lifeless body laying there and how they spend the next week breaking into tears randomly and ugly crying and about all the awkward silences and how long it takes for life to return to normal when you’re not sitting at the dinner table anymore.

You shouldn’t be poetically writing about self harm at all. It’s not cute, it’s not art, and it’s certainly not anything to make into a “positive and peaceful alternative” to life. Don’t come at me with your fists swinging.

If you have a self harm problem you should seek help, not take pretty pictures of your scars with bows and hearts drawn around them or write about how nice it feels to bleed to death. Suicide and self harm are actual problem, not a fashion statement for soft grunge and pale blogs, you “inconsiderate twat”