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@monsterasinthenignt
Listen up. If you meet someone who puts genuine joy in your life, please do not take them for granted. If they make you feel alive again after years of wishing you could be six feet under, love them unconditionally. If you smile daily and laugh uncontrollably because of them, do not let them go. Do yourself the favor and do not let them go.
@thelovejournals
Life, as a whole, is nothing more than an everyday pattern of loss. Think about it: we will never get this moment back. You are reading or listening to these words for the first time and you will never get to hear them for the first time again. That is loss, and that loss is a part of life. But when first there is this love, this all-encompassing, desperately grasping, clinging, attaching love which you hold deep within your heart, and then you lose it - that is when Grief shows up at your front door. And Grief is often a part of life, as well, except, different. Very, very different. Grief grabs you by the throat; with rough hands and hungry eyes, he digs his claws deep into the flesh on your neck to remind you that you lost this love you once felt in your chest. Grief tries to bleed you dry. He is mean, he is rough, he is razor blades and sharp edges and bare feet on hot coals. But Grief is also soft. He has gentle hands, loving hands, hands that rub your back; arms that reach around and hold your body, tight but not too tight - a hug which says that it’s okay to be sad. An embrace that says, lean into me - “I am Grief, and there was love so strong beating inside of your chest and now it’s suddenly gone, and I have come to stitch the wounds which opened up your skin when the love crawled out and was buried six feet deep.” Grief is rough, and Grief is gentle, and Grief doesn’t leave until you’re ready for him to go. You can pack his suitcase to the brim - slit a hole in his mattress and rip up his sheets - break his bones and push him off of a cliff but he will still be there. Invincible. He will still stay put in your bones until the love is back inside of the cracks he is filling. Even then, he will still be near enough to come when he hears you calling. And even when he is rough, filling your body with wet cement and forcing you still until it dries so you cannot lift even a finger to get yourself up out of bed, he does not exist to end you; he does not exist for you to stay put inside your pain, to live inside the cracks that the love left when it broke you open with sadness. Grief is there to force you to see that this love never has to leave. Grief is there to show you that when this all encompassing, clinging, attaching, enormous, beautifully painful love which you think has left your chest and your soul, breaking open your rib cage and your skin to escape and leave you empty, exits your body and flies away, it hasn’t. It hasn’t flown away, it hasn’t broken you open and it hasn’t left you empty. The love never left, and the love never needs to leave at all. Loss is a part of life; every minute of every day is a moment which will never return. We will soon lose this moment - where you and I share in my words, share in the pain that we feel from having Grief inject himself into our veins and flow through our blood, numbing us to any new love with his novocaine - this moment will end and that is loss. And tomorrow there will no longer be a yesterday and in one year we may not even remember this moment - but that is the difference between Loss, and Grief. Everyday we will grieve; flowers will remind us of the grave which we know lives the perceived-dead love which we held in our chest for so long. A crack in the sidewalk will remind us of cracked chalk from childhood which we colored into the concrete on a beautiful summer Saturday. Every moment, we will grieve. Grief means that something important once existed and that alone is why he will not leave. That is why we can pack Grief’s suitcase, push him off a fucking cliff, cut into his veins to bleed him dry before he can first bleed US dry; because there was once a life which lived inside us, once a soul which held our heart inside its palm, his palm, her palm; Love. There was once this love which laid inside of someone else’s heart, and Grief says - “hey, don’t you ever forget that even on the days when my hands are rough and grab you by the wrists, tugging on your heartstrings - the ones connected to your tear ducts which remind you that you lost something so dear and deep engraved into your soul - I only do it so that you can remember how much you once loved, and how much love you still are capable of.” Grief will hurt you, and crack your bones and push you off your feet, scraping your knees on the concrete, but he will also bandage up the wounds, he will hold your hand, rub your back, embrace you when you think you have nothing left, because out of everything that he holds, Grief knows that he is different from a casual, everyday loss; Grief knows that sometimes, we have bigger cracks inside our bones that need sealing - and the wet cement which heavies us and forces us to cry for days in our bed and convinces us that this is Grief being rough, tough, trying to further our sorrow - all he is truly doing is attempting to heal theses leftover broken parts of us. The love will never leave us. Sometimes we need to cry and scream and karate chop our Grief before we can remember how to breathe; before we can remember how it felt to love so deeply, it caused us to feel this broken open, cracked rib cage sorrow so intensely. Let yourself drown inside of the pain; inside the grief, inside the loss of everyday life, and the loss of the love which you believe you cannot resuscitate. And then, let yourself breathe relief inside the love that still beats inside your heart; let it remind you that there is so much love still left inside of your fragile, brave soul and you will always have the capacity of feeling it at its fully intensity. It feels good when the drowning in an ocean of pain fades to breathing in an atmosphere encased in healing. There is time to grieve, and you will do it everyday. But please, hold onto Grief’s hand, because it is time to heal, and without his rough and gentle touch, drowning is inevitable. You will heal as you grieve and letting go will not be linear, but there will be such beauty in its unstable journey through your mind to your heart to your cracked bones to your broken open rib cage to your soul. We will heal, love, grieve, break the seam of our own hearts and stitch them back together with the thread of our past and present sorrows, and we will live.
HEALING THROUGH GRIEVING based on anonymous prompt (Han Hyland)
Rihanna has gained weight and I hope that means she’s happy and stress free and comfortable in her skin and if she loses it again I hope she’s happy and stress free and comfortable in her skin