I am le tired

[chubby-robot]

when ur friend is venting to u and u get angry on their behalf

[quasistarjudgement]

Me, constantly

[late-nights-and-daydreams]

“It’s 4 AM and it hurts far too much to breathe I can’t believe you actually fucking died on me Actually left me Can’t believe how alone in a crowded fucking room I feel”

—

[nyyxbby]

The reunion

somewhere out there I know you’re waiting

somewhere out there I know you’re saying

“I love you. and I miss you too.”

I can’t hear those words but I feel them physically

I can’t see you now but I sense you next to me

and I cannot wait for the day

that I find that somewhere out there

our reunion will forever be on replay

(t.s)

[always-keep-the-faith]

“You’re really never coming back.

No matter where I go, you’re always with me.

You’re in my head,

You’re in the background.

Wherever I go I can see you,

I can smell you.

I don’t forgive you.

I don’t forgive myself.

But I want to.”

[grief-observed]

“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.”

— Katie McGarry

[paigeypaige19]

“There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

[naturallylilting]

I lost someone I love

the other day,

& I’m having trouble

dealing with the guilt

that sorrow brings.

Every thought & emotion,

every breath in my lungs,

wants to bring her

back to life,

but I know that’s not

the way of things.

.

So if I appear withdrawn,

it’s because I’m feeling

traumatised,

my heart has been

deluged with grief,

& I’m swimming against

the pain inside,

gathering my strength

in the sunken north,

until it’s time to fly south,

to say one last goodbye.

.

Rhymingtherapy - September 2019 (my photo)

For H - RIP (7 Sept 2019) ❤️

[internalearthquake]

like a flower

Like a flower,

a gentle breeze

planted you

on Earth

where you were

welcomed into

a household

that cared for you,

allowing you to grow,

making the world

a beautiful place

with your faith,

your kindness,

& your love

Now it is time

for the gentle breeze

to pick you up

& carry you

above the clouds

to exist for eternity

You will be missed

here on Earth,

but each time

the wind dances,

we will remember

and cherish

your wonder

[slava-soloviev]

“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.” — Vicki Harrison

[myschittythoughts]

“Sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the wave washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”

— The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

[zenwords]

“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, via tinybuddhaofficial 

[griefunfolding]

“There is not a reason for everything. Not every loss can be transformed into something useful. Things happen that do not have a silver lining.”

— Megan Devine, It’s OK That You’re Not OK

[furiousgoldfish]

you know that feeling when you’ve been crying in a room for a long time the entire room smells like sadness

[ununquadius]

After you lose someone, there’s a point where all you can tell to others are the same stories over and over because you can’t create new ones. And they get old pretty quickly but you can’t stop telling them because they’re the only stories that remain 

[keplercryptids]

Reminder: you are more than what you produce. You are infinite, unmeasurable. The whole of who you are can never be contained by a number or a weight or a word. You are changing, you are growth, you are breath and warmth and beating heart. The expanse of who you are can never be contained. You are more than what capitalism wants you to be. You are precious and irrefutable and solid. You are deserving, no matter your usefulness, no matter your utility, no matter your paycheck or age or ability or accomplishments. You matter, solely for existing.

[riffatmatinpoetry]

“I will not rush the healing process. I will go through this journey with a patient and open mind.”

— Affirmation of the day.

[ragstone]

Someone: are you ok? Me: *does the feel good inc laugh*