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[magpiegirlforever]

starting tomorrow i will be super normal fun kind sexy and functioning

[thelovelclubarchive]

then i’m aching all over again, clawing at the spaces between us, trying to pull you closer to something you don’t even notice is missing. i call you, hoping this time you’ll hear it in my voice, the thing i can’t say out loud, the impossible ask i keep swallowing back. couldn’t you just want me the way i want to be wanted? couldn’t you miss me so much it steals your sleep? couldn’t you look at me like i’m the only thing holding your world together? couldn’t you try, just once, to make me feel like i’m the only thing that matters? it’s not fair to ask, i know that, but the ache doesn’t care about fair.

[pondblossomm]

please hold me in the palm of your hand like you used to

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[wifislim]

[trash-rules]

“I don’t think that there’s anything worse than being ordinary.”

American Beauty (1999)

[motivationisdead]

So we all like the “if you die then I’ll burn down the world” trope but there’s something so powerful and beautiful about living on with their memory instead. It’s not “because you’re dead the world has nothing worth saving in it” but “everyday something in this world reminds me of you and I’m glad for it even if it hurts”.

It’s “I’ll bring your kindness with me wherever I go and someone will remember it even if they’ll never know I borrowed it from you.”

It’s “This is what you would do.”

It’s “I’ll remember you for you and not for what the people hail you as.”

And it’s so painfully beautiful.

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[hazeltailofficial]

VALENTINE'S DAY FLASHBACK

Ulta Beauty Tinted Lip Oil

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[gnossienne]

Czesław Miłosz, “Ars Poetica?”

[allthingseurope]

Bratislava, Slovakia (by Thorstein)

[ghettogotth]

Rita Ora with a chrome dinosaur spine, 2023

[haleyincarnate]

Not everyone is meant to help you heal. Not everyone will benefit your journey. Not everyone understands your path.

And that is okay.

[allthingseurope]

Charles Bridge, Prague (by Kateryna)

[cybertink]

“this summers gonna rock!”

me all summer:

[nmolesofadrenaline]

[butchmariuspontmercy]

marius pontmercy

my tears ricochet - taylor swift // joan tierney // the next right thing - frozen 2 // oil study - liza sivakova // a meeting in a part wendell berry // c. c. aurel // amy dunne // the perks of being a wallflower dir. stephen chobsky // you were a home i wanted to grow up in - flatsound // griefsuggestion // francis forever - mitski // belovéd - yves olade // les miserables illustrated 1862 - gustave brio & émile bayards // hibari no asa - yamashita tomoko

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

"Grief is closely allied with anger. They are expressed with similar sounds: moans, groans, shouts, and screams. Like anger, grief responds to a terrible loss or terrible harm done — but without any sense of the possibility of reparation. Anger turns the pain outward, against others; grief turns it inward, to the self. People subsumed by rage try to replicate the wrongs they have suffered by hurting others. Those consumed by grief long to turn their own bodies into that of the dead loved one, by lying down in the ground, cutting the hair, scratching the face, and rolling in the dust. The enraged want to humiliate, hurt, or kill; the grief-stricken want to be dead and to inhabit the perspective of the dead.

But grief is different from anger, because it can be expressed and experienced collectively. Through the funeral rites and games for the dead Patroclus in Book 23, Achilles shares his loss with other Greek warriors, just as the Trojans in Book 24 are able to share their grief at the death of Hector. Even enemies, like Priam and Achilles, can share a moment of grief. Anger drives communities apart; grief brings them together, over a shared acknowledgment of irredeemable loss."

Emily Wilson's Introduction to The Iliad, p. xliii