marpai17

[marpai17]

[marpai17]

Around 7:30 am on 8 January 1991, 15-year-old Richardson High School (Richardson, TX) sophomore Jeremy Delle called his friend Nancy and told her that he was moving to Tokyo, Japan the next day. “He wanted to know,” she said, “that if he came back, that I was going to be there.” She assured him she would be. He then told her that he had gotten a ring from his dad’s girlfriend’s house that he would be “putting in a letter for me.” He also “wanted to make sure that I would be OK if he was gone,” she said. She again assured him she would be.

When he arrived at school, Delle handed a letter to another classmate and asked her to mail it and told her he was moving to Houston to be with his pregnant girlfriend. He then showed her the ring.

Delle entered his classroom and shot himself in front of his teacher and fellow students.

The letter he had handed his friend was a suicide note: “Sorry, Nancy, by the time you get this letter I will have blown my head off, aka suicide, better known as (last way out). News flash – not your fault. It’s Michelle’s along with about 137.5 other problems. I was just writing to see if you wanted to go to the funeral. Call my house and ask for my Dad, 690-5338. At least you didn’t have to hear the boom. Love, Jeremy Wade Delle.”

Jeremy Delle’s suicide was the inspiration for Pearl Jam’s song “Jeremy,” recorded 2 months after his suicide and released in Sept. 1992.

[marpai17]

[marpai17]

[marpai17]

Wings of Desire (1987) — dir. Wim Wenders

[marpai17]

fuckk This is a sign I gotta get better at cutting myself

Le girl taking off her trousers in front of me and I notice she doesn’t have absolutely mutilated thighs “UUGGHHH BOOOORRRRIIIINNNGGG”

[marpai17]

Tired of hearing about sex. Shut up and build a bomb you fucking weirdos

[marpai17]

ROBERT SMITH for The New York Times, 2024

[marpai17]

Witnessing the second coming of Christ (The Cure)

[marpai17]

ℜ𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔖𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔥, 1989

Stills book, by Paul Cox

[marpai17]

Love, love, love it so when my body decides I shan't be allowed sleep unless I pull an all-nighter. Thanks, me; very cool. I am forced to suffer, dragging my body here or there (to the bathroom, or the kitchen, and then back to my bedroom), feeling like a dug-up corpse. So I might (might) be able to rest awhile and wake at a reasonable hour... and do it all over again the day next.

any grammatical errors can be attributed to the fact my brain has begun to sprout mold. A most ideal environment for growing worms.

[marpai17]

Dare I say... love of my life?

ℜ𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔖𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔥, 1991

Stills book, by Paul Cox.

[marpai17]

[marpai17]

[marpai17]

Xasthur (& Naeth)

[marpai17]

The seven-headed dragon, Lambeth Apocalypse, 1216

[marpai17]