radhs🌙

a war ends when I say your name.

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there has to be more to this life than the inherent sadness and the passive aggression

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| have been thinking about how Internet really works as a placeholder for memories. I go through the Facebook images of my family and I'm so moved by the beauty and rawness of those pictures. I know that we can't really go back in time but when I look at those cool toned blurry pictures I'm somehow taken aback. I loved the way people used to post pictures without giving it much thought. Ofc you can't really feel much while you post but someday after 10 years when you go through the archives that'll be the day when you will understand the importance of photographs and also how the Internet can store so much of our memories.

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I hope that the only wings that we grow are the wings of success and freedom and not death.

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In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone andremembering them is the same: nhó. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I finch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me? I miss you more than I remember you.

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

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the sky looks beautiful & I can’t help but miss you

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"Anyway; like I was saying myself, for the same reason as you, I remember absolutely every last detail about the old days: It's weird, I tell you. Because believe me, some things I'd like to forget. But the more I try to wipe them away, the more they pop into my mind. You know what it's like when you're trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake? It's the same thing. I can't figure it out. I remember things I couldn't possibly have known. Sometimes it worries me, remembering the past in so much detail-how am I supposed to have room for what's to come? My memory's so sharp, it's a nuisance."

- Haruki Murakamj

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I both want to experience everything life has to offer and never leave my house ever again

[m-a-k-k-u]

a bullet would really hit the spot right now

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The night I lost you

someone pointed me towards

the Five Stages of Grief

Go that way, they said,

it’s easy, like learning to climb

stairs after the amputation.

And so I climbed.

Denial was first.

I sat down at breakfast

carefully setting the table

for two. I passed you the toast—

you sat there. I passed

you the paper—you hid

behind it.

Anger seemed more familiar.

I burned the toast, snatched

the paper and read the headlines myself.

But they mentioned your departure,

and so I moved on to

Bargaining. What could I exchange

for you? The silence

after storms? My typing fingers?

Before I could decide, Depression

came puffing up, a poor relation

its suitcase tied together

with string. In the suitcase

were bandages for the eyes

and bottles of sleep. I slid

all the way down the stairs

feeling nothing.

And all the time Hope

flashed on and off

in defective neon.

Hope was a signpost pointing

straight in the air.

Hope was my uncle’s middle name,

he died of it.

After a year I am still climbing, though my feet slip

on your stone face.

The treeline

has long since disappeared;

green is a color

I have forgotten.

But now I see what I am climbing

towards: Acceptance

written in capital letters,

a special headline:

Acceptance

its name is in lights.

I struggle on,

waving and shouting.

Below, my whole life spreads its surf,

all the landscapes I’ve ever known

or dreamed of. Below

a fish jumps: the pulse

in your neck.

Acceptance. I finally

reach it.

But something is wrong.

Grief is a circular staircase.

I have lost you.

- Linda Pastan, “The Five Stages of Grief” from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems

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roaming around the city at night is one of my fav things to do

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"When l am on my deathbed, I don't think I will be thinking about a nice pair of shoes I had or my beautiful house. I am going to be thinking about an evening I spent with somebody when I was twenty where I felt I was just absolutely connected to them.”

-Tom Ford

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#art #life

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- If We Were Villains// M.L Rio

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“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer, I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I swear. “

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