aren’t you burning @crossthelands - Tumblr Blog

you may be losing the idgaf war but they wouldn't even let me enlist. on account of my poet's temperament.

#me unironically saying thanks! I try! really hard actually! whenever someone at work says good job #i do be giving af in nearly every aspect thanks for noticing the plight

papayajuan2019

i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

#a stage that involves crying in chilis

kosmogrl

lesbianboyfriend

the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else

doublism

how it feels to seriously vibe to some music

#me with deeper well by kacey musgraves.m

ponyoisms

i hate when a poem is good. Fuck you for saying that for real

fairydrowning

-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief

[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]

heartcountry

How do you deal with grief? I just can't stop the overwhelming feeling of it.

i'm muslim so the islamic perspective comforts me a lot. the idea that the person isn't gone forever, that my prayers are reaching them, that the love i have for them meets them where my hands can't. i was chosen to love them. i was chosen to lose them because God knew i would still make something of their love. but muslim or not, the point remains true. the love you had and still have for them is making the world a softer place. every smile you give a stranger. every bird you feed on your morning walk. every hug you give to someone who's still living. this is your greatest evidence. yes, someone loved me once. yes, they walked with me here once and i look for their footsteps still. yes, i dream them back all the time. yes, they made the world bearable, and i will too. ill do for others what they did for me with all the love they left behind.