if you see this, im stealing your teeth
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@citrustar
if you see this, im stealing your teeth
get ready for me to randomly grief post twice a year now between disappearances instead of once 😎
my fucking brother died
and get this shit, april 4 and october 4, youre gonna see me exactly 6 months apart lol
Rambling.
Orpheus doesn't look back.
He stands, one step from the entrance.
He doesn't look back.
"Please. Please look at me" Eurydice weeps behind him.
He doesn't look back.
"Why do you ask me to? In two steps you will be free of death and we can be together again. Yet all this way you have begged me to look." Orpheus asks.
But he doesn't look back.
"Because it is time. Time to put me behind you. I never wanted this. Not for you and not for us."
He feels Eurydice come closer, just at his back. Cold and smelling of the grave
He doesn't look back.
"Do you not love me? Would you not have done the same for me? I do this out of love for you! I do this for you!" His fists clench tight as tears trail down his face.
He doesn't look back.
"My love of course I love you! I loved you with every breath in my body when I was alive and I love you with every wisp of my being now. I love you so much that it tears me apart for you to chase the dead rather then continue with life."
He feels Eurydice's hand on his shoulder.
But he doesn't look back.
"I don't understand. You died too soon! You should want to come back to me! I don't understand." he confesses, the tears making his throat tight and his voice crack.
But he doesn't look back.
"I died young. I remember what a precious gift life is. How fleeting but bright it is. But I accept my death. I accept my time. But to see you squander your gift of life to chase what has already gone hurts me to my core. I don't belong out there anymore. But you still do."
Orpheus feels Eurydice rest her forehead against his back.
He doesn't look back.
"I can't live without you."
He doesn't look back.
"You can."
He doesn't look back.
"The pain will be unbearable."
He doesn't look back.
"You can bear it."
He doesn't look back.
"I don't want to say goodbye." He whispers, shaking from the tears that keep falling.
He doesn't look back.
"I know my love. But you must. It's time. It's time to see me for what I am. A memory. A ghost. It's time to walk into the light and live. For yourself and for me." She whispers in return.
He doesn't look back.
Orpheus takes a deep breath and wipes his face. Somehow he finds the strength to take a step to the entrance, into the light.
"I love you. I always will." He says.
He looks back.
“…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.”
— Ranata Suzuki
"I would help you bury a corpse!"
Well I would bury yours.
I would carry your weight on my shoulders and walk for miles and miles and miles. I would bring you where you always said your heart belonged. Where you always wanted to rest and explore. I would watch the sun set and dig the most comfortable grave for you to sleep in. I would carve your name into a stone with my own hands and write how much I loved you. I would lay you down into the freshly turned earth with all the gentleness I could muster and press a kiss to your cold forehead. I would tell you goodnight and wish you beautiful dreams. I would cover your pale body with the soil and the salt of my tears. I would plant your favourite flowers upon your grave. I would visit you every time your absence would weigh too heavily on my soul. I would give you rest. I would give you peace. Because it's what you would deserve, above all else.
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
"I hold onto every single memory, because I know we won't be making anymore."
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
I hate how acknowledging unfairness in the world is seen as "childish". Maybe children are right. I don't think you should be proud of the fact that you've become complacent with the state of your miserable existence and took on this loser "it is what it is" mentality. Things can be better.