At my funeral I do not want
doves or a bed of roses.
You know how much I hate roses, anyway.
Have my sister wear that outfit
she never had enough confidence
to wear
with those shoes that never
quite match with anything.
Hire a priest to give a sermon
about how he lost his virginity
or about the flat tire he got
on the way to his divorce court date.
Do not stifle your giggles
or feel guilty when you smile
at my uncle who is falling asleep
in the pew.
It’s okay to delight in unconventionality.
After the service,
I want you to hold hands with the person
you love the most and tell them
they need to use more hand lotion.
I want you to text your boyfriend
a poem that describes his
“shit brown eyes”
and how much you adore them.
On the way to the cemetery
blast The Ramones or anything
from Nirvana’s Incesticide album
and scream all the lyrics
incorrectly.
When my casket is lowered into the ground,
do not wipe your eyes or your nose.
Let the wind take away your mess.
When they begin to cover me with dirt
and flowers that pricked your fingers
with thorns,
whisper to my family about how you still
haven’t forgiven me for breaking your
favorite coffee mug.
Maybe you will feel uneasy,
or maybe your lips will tremble.
But as you exhale
and fill your lungs with dry air,
listen to me tap against
the wooden walls of my tomb
and let the rhythm guide the beating
of your heart.
It is okay now.
It will always be okay. Kimberly Siehl | At my funeral it will be okay (via hangingwallflower)

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aphrohdites:

"If it makes you less sad we’ll start talking again. You can tell me how vile I already know that i am”

Since going back to school I’ve become stressed and sad, I can now see the problem.

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You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you. Anonymous (via lovartos)

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chanelandceline:

they are perfect
Reblog this if you’ve ever cried, had a panic attack or an anxiety attack because of school stress

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lordelgay:

I’m trying to prove a point to my mum and teachers

Literally had one three days ago

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Knowing your last word was my name gives me a lot of comfort

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I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it. Ernest Hemingway (via femmefatale009)

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I have black hair lalalala
nicevagina:

That is one of the most powerful posters I’ve ever seen.
Perhaps fuck off might be too kind Alex Turner (Ancient Proverb)

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