brong

i'm bronwyn. 22. librarian in training. i like harry potter, reading, and the internet.

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sometimes I think I’m doing really well with this whole dead parents thing.

and then I notice things like my mums dress hanging over the end of her bed, where she left it the night before she died ready for the morning. but that morning never came for her.

and then I lose it.

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I’m glad I have this blog to look back on. It is like a catalogue of my grief.

At the time I had people telling me constantly it wouldn’t be this bad always, that things will get better, that I needed to move on. But there’s no way you can believe that when the feelings are so strong and so raw. I needed to feel them. I needed to be let to feel them and not be made to feel guilty for feeling them.

The way out is through.

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- That’s exactly what it’s like.

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I don’t know what’s going on but it’s a lot

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Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive

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A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS 1.01 + book quotes

all you have to do is look hard enough. and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey.

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"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

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You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via theliteraryjournals)

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What doesn’t kill you drives you even deeper into sleep deprivation

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Lucky to have a well placed psych appointment just before Christmas so I can cry about all my orphan Christmas feelings

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Last night I went to the hospital that dad died in for the first time since it happened. I was in the ED where he was admitted. Where I last saw him alive. Where I last spoke to him face to face. When I left him there I had no idea I'd never see him again. See him properly, not hooked up to a million machines in the ICU. How could I be there, be a patient there, and trust that they would look after me, when my dad died. When they made him sit in the waiting room for hours with infection spreading through him like fire. But I did. I went there. I sat in the same waiting room. I was treated by the same department. That really fucks with my mind.

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- Walt Whitman

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When a note you jotted down for yourself years ago resurfaces right when you need it.

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