Blue Jays and Sad Days

Rafe, 33

[nixscriptum]

[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.]

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mr. & Mrs Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson

[bluejays-saddays]

[the-purvashadha]

"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

[perfectfeelings]

“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“You can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”

— Chaim Potok

[sosheblabbed]

i never realized healing would be more painful than being broken.

[kristina100000]

you are the prettiest girl ever.. buttt i think you should start your life over:) yessss from the very beginning

[queermasculine]

[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame

[theclassicsreader]

“Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

Hey man I’m just happy to be in this dark and scary woods with you

[bluejays-saddays]

[thoughtkick]

“I wonder if I’ll ever meet someone who will love me as much as I love the stars.”

— thewriterthatnobodynoticed

[bluejays-saddays]

The house is quiet without you.

I can't bare to move or touch your things

Surrounded by clutter but feeling empty

I cried cleaning your fingerprints from the furniture

I'm trapped in this weird limbo between clinging to your memory and needing to move on

How do I let go?

When a grocery list in your handwriting brings me to my knees

The words, "I miss you" don't hold enough value for the depth of pain that I am feeling

Yet those around me say I'm handling things so well

How strong I am

That it's good to see me laugh and smile

Can't they tell that it's all fake?

That my insides are shattered?

That I'm one breeze away from crumbling to ash?

I keep moving because you'd want me to

Because the pets need me to

But I wish I could be with you

Wherever you are

A world without you in it just doesn't seem worth it

And the house is too quiet

[bluejays-saddays]

Can I not simply dissolve into the earth?

For you are no longer here

And with you, my peace

Like ashes in the wind

[wedarkacademia]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson