Kat Healy

[mythologyofblue]

“I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.”

— Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”

[mysharona1987]

[elizastrange]

[fairweathermyth]

Elle Fanning as Catherine in THE GREAT season one

[moanaofmotunui]

Disney/Pixar Dog Breeds

(Note- the characters shown are examples, and this is not inclusive; I know who isn’t here)

[ziggyminx]

[thevisualvamp]

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

Time transfixed via Rene Magritte

Size: 146x97 cm Medium: oil, canvas

[o6eiyrskb4hg7rix8hih-deactivate]

dumb ass accidentally painted a train instead of a fire

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rene magritte has talent but this is a rookie mistake

[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

Those who haven’t grieved a deep loss can cause further pain to those who are grieving, because they just don’t get how hard it can be. I wrote this piece to try to increase awareness and empathy about grief.

[thegoodvybe]

[positivewordaday]

[aseaofquotes]

Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

[glorff]

I have been using this to help explain grief and only just found it!

[be-fearless-brave-and-kind]

“That’s what nobody tells you. You’ll lose them over and over again for the rest of your life. You’ll be in the supermarket, frustrated with the gaggle of humans all pushed into one space, and you’ll stop in your tracks. You won’t see the people around you anymore, because you notice their funeral song is delicately slipping out of the shabby old speakers that are shoved into every corner you see. You’ll feel the blood in your belly rise up and tickle your throat. How did you almost forget what losing them was like? Christmas will come around each year, with it bringing an empty chair at the table. You know who should be sat there, and their absence is all you can see. You’ll receive wonderful news, maybe you’ve earned a promotion, you’ve set a date for your wedding or you finish studying. I don’t think you ever stop wanting to call them first, wanting to push bubbles of excitement through the phone, hoping they get them. Your birthday. There will always be one card missing from the mantelpiece. One birthday greeting you won’t receive. You know the shrill ring of the telephone isn’t them, but your heart aches when you pick it up and hear the sound of someone else. You put barriers around the gaping hole in your chest and learn to live around it, hoping you don’t slip and fall. You push the happiest memories you have with them to the front of your mind. Falling asleep each night to your own personal slideshow when you close your tired eyes. Some days, they will barely cross your mind, and that is okay. It doesn’t diminish your love for them. Remember to be kind to yourself; although you are extraordinary, you are only human. Celebrate the days you can smile at your memories rather than running from them. Look through photographs if you can. Talk about them loudly and often. Who says they can’t hear you? Remember it is not weak to grieve; it simply shows your love for them. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been; You’re always allowed to miss them. There is no moving on; Only acceptance, hope and perseverance.”

— Don’t be scared of the dark // E.E

[charmainethinks]

“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.”

— The House -Warsan Shire

[aurxca]

“if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands”

— (via flyonvogue)

[wehadfacesthen]

Lovers on the subway, 1946, photo by Stanley Kubrick for LOOK magazine