RforRebel

We all grow up, but do we quit dreaming?

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This isn't a dream it's a nightmare.

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I remember saying to myself, "This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare." And I still think I'll see you tomorrow morning.

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Every time my brain recognizes your absence, it feels as though you're being ripped away over 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 again.

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Heart break is one thing, but grief is another.

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Grief comes up and it goes,

And it comes and overflows.

It's the same and different each time.

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Every time my brain recognizes your absence, it feels as though you're being ripped away over 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 again.

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I wanna be who I was when I met you. But every day without you, I either feel like I become more of her or less of her. Grief is such a strange thing like that.

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I remember saying to myself, "This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare." And I still think I'll see you tomorrow morning.

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“Come home to my heart.”

— Lorde

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May God come and bring us closer together.

[lingering-zephyr]

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[hannahinspace]

“You look tired” lol i want to stop existing.

[puddinpurinscorner]

Dogman Comic Panels from Mothering Heights

I love these pages from mothering heights. Love survives even after death.

i am coping with my own grief right now. Aloha oe, until we meet again 🌺

[star-struck09]

I spend my time writing you letters you will never read.

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

All my grief says the same thing - this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

grief is saying ‘I want to go home’ whilst sitting in my living room

[darkpoetrynprose]

“Grief, I’ve learned, 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