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Maybe it’s because I’m so intimately familiar with grief right now but it’s nice to be reminded that no love is ever in vain & that of course there is value in loving something or someone who will cease to exist. Like of course OF COURSE we love & lose and would you ever want to have it any other way? That’s life.
Leslie Jamison, Splinters
“Take Care” by Jordan Bolton
Part of “Scenes from Imagined Films” Comic
Observar es estar y no estar, o tal vez estar de una manera distinta.
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im thinking about them (honey bear bottles)
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi // The Truth About Grief
From this week’s newsletter, “We never truly know anyone” by Andrea Gibson
new york,
we are all very lonely and desperate for friendship i dont think you will really embarrass yourself by unabashedly seeking it out. i think you will find many other people are also looking for it. people will gravitate towards you if you just let them. its going to be fine
Encanto (2021) dir. Byron Howard & Jared Bush
eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.
no one needs to add “sounds fake but ok”, “no”, “well, not me”, “impossible”, etc. to this post. and i’d rather you not.
one day you think: I want to die.
and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book.
and I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun
I want a cleaner kitchen
I want a better job
I want to live somewhere else
I want to live
dreary Bruges
Untitled Sonnet by Kim Addonizio, from her book Mortal Trash
