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Something I’ve learned recently is that you can’t be grieving all the time.

That may sound obvious, but I feel like if you asked me, “How do you tell someone just lost someone close to them?” the answers are like Acts very sad, not taking care of themselves, not smiling or laughing, etc.

And that’s just… not true. It’s impossible to be wracked with grief 24/7. It really just does come in waves. And in between those waves, you often just act like your normal self.

Which can be odd to see, let alone go through. It’s tempting to ask yourself, “Why am I not sad?” but you are. You just can’t be outwardly expressing it all the time without exhausting yourself.

Grief is a marathon, not a sprint.

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deadithurts

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

fromdarzaitoleeza

"Have you ever had that feeling—that you'd like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?"

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iambrillyant

“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”

— iambrillyant

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}