Say it ain't so

Now is not the time to panic

[tenderlypressed]

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[katie-strophic]

[thoughtkick]

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

[remanence-of-love]

[gravelumi]

based on a text sent to a friend

[soulwr1ter]

Today

The invisible hands

That touch

My skin

Are rain

And I don't

Wash them away

Because there

Is a place

That my soul craves

To be

So I let

Myself go

Let them dissolve me

Until I become

More and more

Transparent

Until the only eyes

That can see me

Are those that

belong to the sky

And I make my

Way home

Back to the

Ocean

Where I belong

-J.Wool, To The Ocean, Soul Whispers

[quotefeeling]

“Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.”

— Unknown

[bostonpoetryslam]

“her body remembers pain in a different way than it remembers suffering pain is a sail on a boat suffering are many distant sails”

— Victoria Chang, from Obit

[thoughtkick]

“‘You’re going to be happy’ said life ‘but first I’ll make you strong.’”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

[qvotext]

[surqrised]

“We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.”

—

Andrea Gibson

[onesecondbeforesunset]

We know so perfectly how to give birth to the monsters inside us, but for reasons I will never figure out, we have not the slightest clue of what to do with all the love.

Christopher Poindexter

[giraffe-feathers]

[creatingnikki]

My thirst for being understood makes me want to drink the ocean whole. And even then I know I'll be sipping the air on my straw. What I like the best about the sound of the waves is the silence after the waves crash. It feels like they want to tell us what their absolute absence can mean. How horryfingly empty. They are powerful. Will I walk around with my head held high and sit with my back straight if I have the sea inside of me? When will I become powerful enough so that when people try to crush me like stepping on sea shells, I don't crack and scatter. But instead make them bleed. I need a sharp edge for that. Don't worry, there's not much I have to do to create it. It's forming, slowly but surely. It won't be all of me, I won't let it. But it will be sharp enough for a thousand stabs. Not a single one on my heart from now on.

[cgcpoems]

the world needs more shark poems, in my opinion!⁣ ⁣ what are some of your favorite poems/essays/books/songs about grief? the first thing that comes to mind for me is “III” by @thelumineers — such a good concept album & film. https://www.instagram.com/p/CG2vmpNFOs3/?igshid=lpsk1mp0nvds