DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
NASA

if i look back, i am lost
wallacepolsom
Sade Olutola

pixel skylines

No title available
$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
No title available
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Love Begins

izzy's playlists!

⁂
Jules of Nature
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
will byers stan first human second
Game of Thrones Daily

seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from Sweden
seen from Sri Lanka

seen from Iraq
seen from France
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Brazil

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Poland
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Qatar
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@melancholy-tears7
I was an animal, howling on all fours. With every movement, an uncontrolled, ugly wail escaped my body. I was an animal, no room for any human in my ugly pain.
— Moshtari Hilal, from "Dying Prayer," Ugliness, tr. Elisabeth Lauffer
Words by Andrea Gibson
Will the afterlife be harder if I remember the people I love, or forget them?
Either way, please let me remember.
-Andrea Gibson
Honestly I might sound like an absolute ass, which is okay because I know that I am.
But my god is it normal to love your child so much and still have the most intense disappointment.
Nothing went the way I wanted and I feel frustrated with the lack of choices I got to have.
I also have this intense longing and melancholy deep within my soul.
None of my feelings are a reflection of my son.
But I often feel I’m on the outside looking in on someone else’s life.
I am trying to be grateful and gracious.
I am trying.
Words from nettles by Ethel Cain
grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.
i talked ab this feeling in therapy yday and my therapist asked me, “would it really be so bad if your memories changed? if they softened and faded or looked different over time? why does that frighten you so much?” and i said, “i don’t want the love to disappear.” and she looked at me for a long moment and then she said, “it won’t. it doesn’t work that way. even if the memories soften or change, it doesn’t mean the love does. that love keeps going backward in time, forever, because you love her still. all is not lost.” i just thought i would share that in case it resonated w anyone else too.
Speaking with my therapist today.
We discussed re-living traumatic events.
I think about seeing you lying in a hospice bed.
I remember listening to Nicole Dollanganger.
Crying in the shower.
Hyperventilating.
You were dying.
I felt numb.
It was an out of body experience.
Speaking to you for the last time.
Holding space for you.
Letting you know I would be okay without you.
Inside I was terrified.
A daughter without a mother.
Crying.
So many tears.
A shell of a person left behind.
You were cold in the early hours of the morning.
Blue finger tips.
Like a beautiful corpse in snow.
Sleeping.
Heart wrenching.
I put flowers into your arms before they zipped up the body bag.
Over your head.
Over my heart.
Dad has cancer.
Just like you did.
I’m scared he’ll end up in a body bag.
Just like you.
I can’t survive this trauma again.
Please save him.
Where ever you are.
Please let him come home to me.
I still need him here with me.
Please wait a while longer before bringing him home to you.
E.R
Unearth it all and watch it rot
Danez Smith, from “acknowledgments" , Homie
Most of the time it hurts only.
— Charles Bukowski, “fate”
NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE
Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries
Sylvia Plath
─ Hisham Siddiqi