Nigga.

[angelsofpornz]

can’t i just be hit by a car or something so i don’t have to kill myself

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

you have to get yourself out of bad places. you need to resist the temptation to let everything slip and become apathetic & cynical toward yourself and your life. you need to accept that it takes time to change and it’s ok to fall over as long as u get back up. every morning is a new start and things don’t have to be this way forever. you can heal and you can change.

[thegoodvybe]

[dreams-and-coffee]

Hell. Hell is not just a place, or a word. It’s the distance between two people who love each other

[dreams-and-coffee]

I miss you. But not the way you miss your family when you’re gone for some time. I miss you the way you miss the sun when it snows. The way you miss home when you’re on the road. That’s the way I miss you.

[the-brightest-of-stars]

[survivingsiblingsuicide]

“We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forever?”

— Samuel Decker Thompson

[survivingsiblingsuicide]

“This is a thing many people outside your grief cannot understand: that you have not simply lost one person, at one point in time. You have lost their presence in every aspect of your life. Your future has changed as well as your “now”.”

— Megan Devine, refugeingrief.com

[heteroglossia]

“We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.”

— Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents

[13lilies]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go”

— Jamie Anderson

[ambroseharte]

Empty Mornings Without You .

There are mornings that I wake up, and it’s so hard to face the day; the sun is shining into my room, but inside I’m cold and grey. Outside the birds are singing, to greet a bright new morn, but inside my heart is crying; inside I’m ripped and torn. I weep into my pillows, reluctant for to rise; to go and face the world again, beneath the bleeding skies. Your love was what I lived for; your laughter and your song, and without your love to fill me, I just cant carry on. Ambrose Harte Scattered Thoughts

[highwarlockofphilly]

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

[depressedbarbie]

[writingplayingliving]

“Sometimes there isn’t screaming anger or endless sorrow or a hurt that shakes your whole being. Sometimes there’s just quiet. An absence. A refusal of the mind to acknowledge any feeling at all.”

And this is still grief

[catsbeaversandducks]

By See Bang Now

[babyanimalgifs]

[kyool-x]

Tumblr PSA

If you have a pet, hug them and tell them you love them. If your roommate has a pet, hug the pet and tell it you love them. If your friend has a pet, hug the pet and tell it you love them.

Hug them and tell them you love them RIGHT NOW.

You never know when they’ll leave you and sometimes you won’t get the chance to say goodbye or to hug them and tell them you love them. So do it.

Now.