fuckyeahexistentialism
they say the suicide usually dies of a heart attack
before he ever reaches ground
that there is a moment of redemption in mid-air
that the jumper waves and shakes his body trying to stop
stop
stop
did you see stars when you landed?
were you burning when you fell?
From To The Boy Who Exploded, To The Boy Who Drowned, To The Boy Who Fell From Stars by Nicole Blackman (via hush-syrup)
An entire ocean sprawled itself between us; we stood on opposing sides like pillars waving flags. Mine would be white to call for surrender, my arms were wide to beg for his, and I could not tell you what colour he was but I’m nearly certain his back was turned. I watched the water froth and foam, longing to dip myself beneath its body, become part of its mass, hoping he would do the same. Then, maybe, we would feel each other. 

Santa Monica, Los Angeles

An entire ocean sprawled itself between us; we stood on opposing sides like pillars waving flags. Mine would be white to call for surrender, my arms were wide to beg for his, and I could not tell you what colour he was but I’m nearly certain his back was turned. I watched the water froth and foam, longing to dip myself beneath its body, become part of its mass, hoping he would do the same. Then, maybe, we would feel each other.

Santa Monica, Los Angeles