Let us in this case first reunite in writing. June 27, 1903 [From Lou Andreas-Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke] Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)
noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
RMH
Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second
YOU ARE THE REASON
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
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@rainingyesterdays
Let us in this case first reunite in writing. June 27, 1903 [From Lou Andreas-Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke] Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)
the lilies i got last sunday opened and one of the stems was variegated :’)
“Azalea’s Bloom” by | Hiro Goto
Azalea Festival, Nezu Shrine, Tokyo, Japan
I want to be loved , but not for your favourite pieces
But for what I am when you step back, and view me in the light
When your eyes perceive the whole frame
When your eyes understand how the pieces are connected; how I’m both wonderful and terrible .
I want to be treasured…for the missing parts, the marks that show something has broken off
For every dent that has permanently changed me
- “ To be loved fully”
May 24/22 @rainingyesterdays
April is the time for truth
The snow has fully melted and whatever you hid under white blankets and ice,
Has resurfaced
Everything your winter numbed is waking up
It can’t be hidden this time
This time
You will answer for it ;
Spring , like grief comes : ready or not
April 3/23 @rainingyesterdays
The Ride
This is the ride
This is the part where you get off .You did this already
It’s not too late
This is the montage of smiling in the morning , laughing with your loved ones, and actually eating breakfast . It’s the montage of contentedness , the disappearance of your hollowness
You can do it
But you need to get off . The place where you were is missing its bolts and screws , and on the verge of collapse
Don’t let it take you with it
- Jan 2024 ©
@rainingyesterdays
It is better to be numb than to trace my hands over the broken cracks of what we had
It is better to be numb than spend the whole night in a shocked silence wishing over and over that this whole thing was a silly dream I was having .
It is better to be numb than to cry with eyes that are already sore and swollen with the pain of their tears ..
It is better to be numb
It is better to be anything but this .
I just wish I never met you …
Trivarna Hariharan, Can Grief be a Good Teacher?
By @cvnfvse
dying inside while pretending that everything’s fine
We always think there's enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like 'if'.
From A man called Ove
tim buckley, “song to the siren” / jeff buckley, “dream brother”
This picture of the sun rising from behind Mt. Fuji (Japan) was taken Yoko Okamoto