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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Grief 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

[devilmaydaycare]

Ciramë Muram

"Living is a matter of the present and so long as you're fixated on the shadows in the past or the worries on the future, you're not any more alive than me."

[opossum-handz]

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.

k.b. // unknown

[mythologyofblue]

But when you lose someone, you don’t lose them all at once, and their dying doesn’t stop with their death. You lose them a thousand times in a thousand ways. You say a thousand goodbyes. You hold a thousand funerals.

-Sara Seager, The Smallest Lights in the Universe: A Memoir

[leohearts]

“The hardest part of losing someone, isn’t having to say goodbye, but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that’s left inside your heart when they go.”

—

[incrediblysoft]

A thousand moments that I had taken for granted - mostly because I had assumed there would be a thousand more.

Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer

[sxdkk]

“No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.”

— C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed, 1961

[luthienne]

Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]

[wedarkacademia]

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

[broken-academia]

i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it

[broken-academia]

— A Grief Observed: part i-ii, C.S. Lewis x

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

The line that always knocks the wind out of me is:

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.” 

(emphasis mine)

[merthwyn]

*sigh*

I love this book so much.

I wish grief was just about the dead.

Instead, it is about the dead PLUS the living, the memories, the lost childhood, the friends you once had, your lost smile, the people whom you get to see once a year, as well as the people you never met, the places you never explored, the memories you never had, and the life you never lived.

And it's even harder when you grieve about all the above simultaneously, while you also dread the next thing or person, or memory you are going to grieve for in any minute now.

and the list goes on....

and on....

and on...........

[redstonedust]

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

[batnanne]

Worst : you have to go to WORK and face your colleagues and managers and clients and IT SUCKS

[cataclysmictide]

in my head you're alive and we sit down for dinner and talk it all out

[inkpressedpetals]

[onthelearningtongue]

denial

[sidneysheldon]

Sidney Sheldon, "The Other Side of Midnight"

[metamorphesque]

a you-shaped hole in the universe Celia Paul, Ocean Vuong, Owen Gent, Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert), Karman Verdi, Edna St Vincent Millay