When someone says ‘they’re in a better place’ and you’re like shut the fuck up.
- Grieving Young. (via grievingyoung)

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When someone says ‘they’re in a better place’ and you’re like shut the fuck up.
- Grieving Young. (via grievingyoung)
where the fuck is he
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November 12, 2016
6:12 p.m.
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too.
“ I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at god”.
He toke you
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.
Lemony Snicket, “The Reptile Room” (via paradisebythecandlelight)
How are you?” She asked. “Heartbroken.” I said. “My best friend just died.” I added. She looked at everything else in the room avoiding the pain in my eyes. After scratching her arms and her head, she left in silence, not knowing what to say. I watched her walk away with envy, she’s never lost a loved one. She’s never felt this pain.”
She will never understand.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Rumi (via goodreadss)
He was her first love, the kind that only happens once.
R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)
Sometimes it doesn't even feel real that your gone and other times it hits me like a bullet through the chest and I just sit there in shock as if I just found out because who would think the boy your inlove with could possibly die..
Why him, why the person I love?
everyday you are away from me my heart feels like it is going to burst i do not know how long before it comes running after you
Koven Wei (via love-you-and-i-us)
I miss you. I miss you at night, and in the morning; I miss you at work, and every time in between. The truth is, everything reminds me of you. I can’t go a day without hearing a song, finding a picture, or seeing one of our old friends… and it all brings me back to you. It’s you, and only you. It’s us; I miss us. I miss you.
11:02pm ; 7.15.17 (via overdosedemotions)
Baby I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so fat I’m sorry I’m so ugly. I’m sorry I hardly talk to you I’m sorry I hardly stay happy. And on that note, Baby I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so sad I’m sorry I’m so angry. I’m sorry I’m so alone I’m sorry I’m so difficult. I’m sorry I push you away. I’m sorry I find it difficult to tell you, How much you mean to me I’m sorry I find it difficult to be myself, How I want to be around you I’m sorry I find it difficult to show you, How much I need you I’m sorry I’m annoying I’m sorry I can’t write poetry I’m sorry I can’t speak other languages, I’m sorry I can’t say broccoli properly I’m sorry I can’t do forward roles - Or backward rolls for that matter. I’m sorry I’m nothing special, in fact, I’m sorry I’m nothing at all. I’m sorry I’m a mistake I’m sorry I’m a bother I’m sorry I’m a mess I’m sorry I’m a pain I’m sorry I’m alive I’m just so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so needy I’m so sorry I’m so pathetic I’m so sorry I’m still here. I’m sorry.
10:37pm (via h0wlinsouls)
When you want to kill yourself and everyone around is like #same. And you have to be like no really. I want to fucking kill myself. I’m reaching out for help. Fuck
I miss looking at him.
- Grieving Young. (via grievingyoung)
I'm s o r r y
who am i
but just the ghost
who stays in your memories
yet haunts your heart
He was her first love, the kind that only happens once.
R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)