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when my time comes around, lay me gently in a cold dark earth no grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her.

~ hozier/work song

I hope when death finds me it feels like my father carrying me to bed from the car while I'm asleep.

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

ashstfu

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

leoslittlegarden

yes. and also people don’t unterstand how much of life is becoming. a version of yourself you didn’t deem possible. something you thought was reserved for the lucky people. a new summer that keeps on coming. finding your 12 year old self in a book you read when you were 25. in a city you moved to when you were 21. the friends you gained without trying. the friendships that grew through friction instead of diminishing. the songs you love that someone you had to leave showed you. losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become to become someone else entirely, someone built on your own terms, your own sweat and tears, not a projection of someone the world told you to be.

was tired and up till 5 am trying to get over a heartbreak, this guy stayed on call with me damn well knowing he has work at 7am. it screamed “it’s dark now and i’m very tired. i love you always. time is nothing.”

#love #hopecore

aesthintrashyard

“grow as you please, if i have to get to know you again, i’ll do that.”

sobbing because wtf

stuckinapril

Made a starting December strong compilation :-)

you know the state where it starts hurting you physically but you just sit there listening to sufjan stevens saying "we're all gonna die" and tell yourself to talk about it tomorrow but there's no tomorrow, in this very moment it's hurting you and the reality of grief is no matter what it exists even if you wont acknowledge it. it's gonna be there until your head starts aching and hands start trembling but you just sit quietly because you'll deal with it tomorrow.

#grief #dealing with grief

becherdireinen

In another life we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.

krystaln78-deactivated20240915

Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof I paid the price.

— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

ivynightshade

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

stuckinapril

yes girl I think it’s incredibly sexy how indecisive you are about every single decision in your life. I also love how you haven’t let anything go since you were 12. can we make out now