Claire Keane
Sade Olutola
JVL
Andulka
@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.
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Stranger Things
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styofa doing anything
i don't do bad sauce passes
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wallacepolsom
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi
tannertan36
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@leathlove
“I find the thing that wears you down the most is pain. To wake up as you gain consciousness to feel the pain again, and wanting it to not be so, but yet it is, and having to face that reality hundreds, in my case thousands, of days in a row. It transforms you and disconnects you from everyone, even those who understand.”
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Leslie Jamison
My personal pain compilation of her words.
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In 2 weeks it will be 4 years...
Sara Barnard, A Quiet Kind of Thunder
But to mourn that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person ~ Olive Burns ~ 3 years without my beautiful Joe Bob 💔 #ijustwannagohome
When someone asks, what does it mean to die each day.
It hits you. I cannot describe it any other way. It hits you and you feel it. It’ll come at the worst times, it’ll come at the best. Just the other day, I saw a picture of him in his car and suddenly I remembered what it was like driving in the car with him, that’s when it hit me. But when it does hit you, it’s gonna feel fresh and you’ll feel like you can’t move or speak or live but then you do. And I have no idea if that’s a good thing.
Grief doesn’t fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.
Jesmyn Ward, Men We Reaped (via writersportrait)
But I’ll stare at the stars like you told me to, waiting patiently for any sign of you.
stargazing// 3.04am 24.1.17 (via wordsof-mine)
Almost 3 years..
In less than a month. 3 fuckin years since that horrible day. Today in the grocery store I saw a man from the back that had your dark skin, your dark hair.. he looked so similar to you from the back... It fucked with my head.. I had to hold back tears.. I wanted to run to him/you so badly.. My heart can't and won't forget....
~July 4th 1998~ Miss you baby...
