Road to Valhalla

The closer you get to the Light, the greater your Shadow becomes.

[cosmicwriterof21stcentury]

Just...wow.

[brightlybookish]

Whatever you're feeling right now there is a Mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing. This is not to say you're not special. This is to say thank God you aren't special.

-Neil Hilborn

[7memento7mori7]

You were as a second father to me. I wish I had told you that while you were still here. Words can never fully appreciate how you cared for me, even though you never had to, in one of my hardest times. Likewise, I deeply regret not reaching out to you more in what seemed to be a difficult time for you as well, all because I was too buried in my own anxieties.. I wondered a lot about how you were holding up, but across the distances, that didn't show in a way thatt I can only say to the ether now. I'm heartbroken for a friend, a father figure I haven't talked to in quite some time, a man with a good heart. I sincerely hope that you find peace in the ever-after, and your loved ones find peace in memories of you among the grief. Rest in Peace, Kingpicklehead.

[hgwishingwells]

Hello, my name is Ezra and I am asking for help from anyone who can lend a dollar or an ear.

I am a nonbinary person with mental disabilities, and in January I was unfairly fired from my job. I have been unable to find work since. I have applied to dozens and dozens of jobs and have even been working with an employment placement specialist through the state, to no avail. I have been surviving off of unemployment (which is not even enough to cover my rent), EBT, and the food bank.

I just learned that someone who had offered to help loan me some money this month has withdrawn their offer. I am now unfortunately $200 short on rent, and have no one to turn to for help. I can pay it as late as July 5th.

My cashapp is $EzraSawicki, my venmo is @ezrasawicki, and my paypal is @gsawicki22. Even a dollar is a dollar closer to not getting evicted; if you don't have a dollar to spare I truly understand, and would be grateful if you reblogged this post. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Update - $15/$200 so far ♥

[maddiesharafian]

The Need to Stay

(Thought I’d upload my recent comics to Tumblr! I totally forgot it only lets you upload 10 pics at a time, and this is 11, but fingers crossed it works!)

[7memento7mori7]

When I say "It's going to be alright," I don't mean simply that it's going to be alright.

No, I cannot bring back the missed, the dead, and the long gone. I cannot fix mistakes or change choices already made. I cannot heal the scars, answer the what-ifs. As much as I wish I could, for you and for me and for us.

You see, what I mean to say is this, simply this:

We are here and we are now. How wonderful.

Here and now, it's all going to be alright.

When I say "It's going to be alright," what I really mean to say is this: me before you and you before me and us before the world.

Me before you and all your worries, you before me and all my worries, and us before all the world's burdens come crashing down on our heads.

While it's true I may never know if you feel the same, it's alright because in the now, I'm here.

I remind myself:

It's going to be alright.

[7memento7mori7]

For someone who always wants to check in, to help, to encourage, anything at all, especially when something feels amiss on the other side, it's such an odd feeling when I know this isn't my place to do that anymore, or in the first place, really.

[7memento7mori7]

The War at Home

Somewhere in the trenches Between pillow and blanket, I toss and turn, waiting for daybreak Or perhaps 2:30 in the afternoon Around the room, a familiar scene, Evidence of the ongoing battle: Laundry scattered across the floor Dishes stacked like watch-posts

I prop myself up to tell friends all is well. But I know the messy truth: The war at home is not over, And not by a long shot. I’m still here though, That counts for something, doesn’t it?

[7memento7mori7]

I think about the last time that we talked

And I am suddenly transported back

To my therapist's couch

A couch far too big for my body

And far too small for my grief

As he tells me that

Grief was meant to be shared.

I think about how many graves

Have gardens of their own

Because of grief, that unknowable thing.

And I think about our last conversation.

[7memento7mori7]

Desert air will not make you drown

But when you spend long enough thirsting

Then every puddle becomes a vast lake

Every drop of water a deluge of pitiful rain

Is it any surprise

Then that in my life

Each connection feels

So much like the ocean?

[thepersonalquotes]

[7memento7mori7]

I think about how my words come spilling out like wine from the half-empty bottle onto the pages.

I think about how nice it must be to have the capacity to say any less than 20 words, or even none at all. It's like a superpower to me, a person so overfilled with thoughts running down the tracks so fast that I can't always pin them down.

I think about all the times that people have told me to shut up, to stop being so annoying, and how my eyes just sink to the floor afterwards.

I think about the messages that I wish I could take back, the words left hanging in the moment, like a box overfilled at a garage sale.

I think, maybe, just maybe, I can be too much. I worry that I won't be enough.

[7memento7mori7]

Maybe silence has merits after all.

[asdarknessfell]

[thatbooknerdy]

“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.”

— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson    

[kuchipachi]

miranda july/ lorde/ x/ nayyirah waheed/ melissa broder/ mark manson

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