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Where does our love go when theyāre gone?
Grieving Young. (via grievingyoung)
Grieving is like having a fresh wound. A wound that reopens time and time again. Every time I see a picture of him, every time someone speaks of him, every time I think of him, the wound reopens. When will that end? A grieving girl who is suffering with a fresh wound would like to know.
To all those who are not living with a fresh wound, please just love your family, friends, strangers, and even the people that hate you. Because life is extremely short, one day youāre here and the next youāre not.//E.M. (via theprocast)
Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.
Kamila Shamsie, Home Fire (via quoted-books)
What Iāve learned is that you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, kill it with your vices, or pretend like it isnāt even there, sooner or later, it will spring back out of its secret hiding place and demand you stand and face it.
Beau Taplin ⢠T h e  M o n s t e r  O f  G r i e f (via afadthatlastsforever)
People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will ālessen as time passes,ā but it isnāt true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldnāt be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it.
Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You Sheās Sorry (via booksquoteslove)
I keep remembering I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.
Henri Barbusse, The Inferno (via otherkinwords)
Lonely and freezing I reached and called for you, love. I felt your absence.
Daily Haiku on Love by Aishwarya Nair (via aishwaryanair)
Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds.
Frederico GarcĆa Lorca, fromĀ āNew Heartā (via oofpoetry)
Dear Strong Women: You arenāt intimidating, he is intimidated. Thereās a difference.
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If you see a woman who has everything going for herself and you are not ready to add value to her lifeā¦just admire her from afar. Please donāt interrupt her.
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i wasnāt a dreamer, nor was i a lover, but i found out who i was the first time i saw her.
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