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Out of the Darkness Walk 2013. We look great!! even though we are upside down lol
Out of the Darkness Walk 2013. We look great!! even though we are upside down lol
Out of the Darkness Walk 2013. We look great!! even though we are upside down lol
Out of the Darkness Walk 2013. We look great!! even though we are upside down lol
Out of the Darkness Walk 2013. We look great!! even though we are upside down lol
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"Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats a hundred thousand times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make every one of you oceans"
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HEAVY AND LIGHT USA Tour. 16 cities. Starts Jan 30.
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“All your dreams can come true, if you have the courage to pursue them.” -Walt Disney
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Comic Relief challenge Mental Health Stigma by Marketing Paul on Flickr.
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"

The nutritionist said
I should eat root vegetables.
Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day,
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away
to where the darkness lives.

The psychic told me my heart
carries too much weight,
Said for 20 dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty, she said,
“stop worrying darling, you will find a good man soon.”

The first psychotherapist said
I should spend 3 hours a day
sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged-
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was
to be sitting in the closet.

The yogi told me to stretch everything but truth,
said to focus on the out-breaths,
said everyone finds happiness
if they can care more about what they can give
than what they get.

The pharmacist said
“Klonopin, Lamictil, Lithium, Xanax.”

The doctor said
an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said-

The trauma said,
“Don’t write this poem.”

“Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”

But my bones said,
“Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River,
convinced he was entirely alone.”

My bones said,
“Write the poem.”

To the lamplight.
Considering the riverbank.
To the chandelier of your fate
hanging by a thread.

To everyday
you could not get out of bed.
To the bullseye of your wrist.
To anyone
who has ever wanted to die.

I have been told,
sometimes,
the most healing thing we can do,
is remind ourselves over and over and over,
other people feel this too.

The tomorrow that is come and gone,
and it has not gotten better.
When you are half finished,
writing that letter to your mother
that says “I swear to God I tried,
But when I thought I hit bottom,
it started hitting back.”

There is no bruise
like the bruise that loneliness
kicks into the spine.

So let me tell you,
I know there are days,
it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets.
When you break down,
like the doors of their looted buildings-

You are not alone
in wondering who will be convicted of the crime
of insisting you keep loading your grief
into the chamber of your shame.

You are not weak,
just because your heart feels so heavy-

I have never met a heavy heart
that wasn’t a phone booth
with a red cape inside.

Some people
will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for
some people
to just walk outside.

Some days my smile
looks like the gutter of a falling house,
but I am always holding tight to the ripchord
of believing
a life
can be rich like the soil
can make food of decay,
turn wound into highway.

Pick me up
in that truck
with that bumper sticker that says
“it is no measure of good health to be well adjusted
to a sick society.”

I have never
trusted anyone
with the pulled back bow of my spine,
the way I trust the ones
who come undone at the throat,
screaming for their pulse to find the fight to pound.

Four nights
before Tyler Clementi
jumped from the George Washington bridge,
I was sitting in a hotel room,
in my own town,
calculating
exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down.

What I know about living
is the pain
is never just ours-
Every time I hurt
I know the wound is an echo,
so I keep a-listening
for the moment that grief becomes a window-

When I can see
what I couldn’t see before,
through the glass of
my most battered dream.

I watched a dandelion
lose its mind in the wind,
and when it did,
it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time
I tell you how easily I come out of my skin,
don’t try to put me back in,
just say,
“Here we are.”
Together at the window
aching for it to all get better,

knowing there is a chance
that our hearts have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance
the worst day might still be coming-

Let me say right now for the record,
I’m still gonna be here,

Asking this world to dance,
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.

You-
you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.

Raising your fight
against the bitter dark,
Your bright longing,
Your brilliant fists of loss.

Friend,
if the only thing we have to gain
in staying
is each other,

My god that is plenty.
My god that is enough.
My god that is so, so, much
for the light to give.

Each of us,
at each other’s backs,
whispering over and over and over:
“Live.”
“Live.”
“Live.”

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The Nutritionist by Andrea Gibson

Because some nights, I really need this poem, and I know that I must not be the only one.

(via axonsandsynapses)

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LAST GENERAL BODY MEETING
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General Body Meeting TONIGHT
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doctorwho:

Catherine Tate’s advice for Teens (Gok’s Teens: #NakedTruth)
doctorwho:

Catherine Tate’s advice for Teens (Gok’s Teens: #NakedTruth)
doctorwho:

Catherine Tate’s advice for Teens (Gok’s Teens: #NakedTruth)
doctorwho:

Catherine Tate’s advice for Teens (Gok’s Teens: #NakedTruth)
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twlohatexas:

From PostSecret.
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GENERAL BODY MEETING TONIGHT
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"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.
These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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We’re all the same in that we are all different. Celebrate diversity. It is everywhere.