#grieving?

[throne-of-ashleygraves]

Whenever she misses Xan she just ties her hair up and tries to dress herself up similar to their style

[merryrogue]

I just read a fic where the character said, “I don’t have any scripts for this”

 and.

/oh.//

it just. (lovingly!) scooped the guts out of my body, pointed to the twisted bitty thing that's been bugging me, and then put the squirmy things politely back into my wide open ribs and snapped them shut like a over sprung old purse, faint dust cloud and all.

I had to leave my first full time job this week, for going back to school reasons. good reasons! valid! everyone was "very happy" for me! but it felt like standing in the middle of my own wake, as the corpse and the widow, since most of them assume that they'll never see me again!! and they're probably right, but the scrabbling for something vaguely acceptable to say had my hair on end.

(that wasn't "yes. it was lovely knowing you, but I'll likely never see you again, and that's alright.")

(which I'm 97% sure is from a kids movie that ALSO scooped out my guts.) 

[jerichogallery]

You’ve been gone for two weeks.

[theintrovertinthetower]

I know you are dead. 

But I sometimes still see you on the street and feel my jaw clench before remembering you can’t be here and then I recognize the differences between you and the stranger in front of me. 

Sometimes it’s a jacket that reminds me of the one you used to wear all the time in high school. A haircut. The way they walk.

And just out the corner of my eye, I think you somehow managed to fake your death and have shown up in my corner of the world again.

As much as I have worked to forgive you since your passing. To acknowledge you were more than a manipulative creep, that you were once someone I called friend, and that you could be kind when it suited you. As hard as I’ve tried to finally let your mistakes and sins against me go.

I see these people who for a moment I believe are you... and I still just want to break your nose.

[adorawhore]

[mista2bonkurei]

it’s been four months and i still dream about charlie.  I’m still fucked up over it.  I can’t think about him without crying.  Seeing our new puppy really doesn’t help either cus like it just reminds me of him so much.  i really loved that dog and he’s gone.

[soaked-in-bleachhh]

rest in power, King.

“my heart is so heavy. just the other day I was talking to you about the little boys you baby sit and I remember asking if they were yours. You told me they cry when you leave, I guess like I am now. I know there’s many people who knew you better than I did but it still hurts. brownboiiimagic, you wanted to be remembered for who you are, or nothing at all. I’m remembering you as a King.