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(• ε •) Just some pictures from the beginning of my summer shenanigans :)
Sometimes the best therapy is a long afternoon drive with no set destination while listening to his playlist.
𝙟𝒊𝙣𝒈𝙮𝒖𝙖𝒏.
gilded cage, it is safety or confinement?
outstanding normalcy, the crinkle of one's eye, a thump- thump- thumping heart. bleeding for the here and now, grieving for the future, grateful for the past. come as you are or not at all. commanding? gentle. actor on a nationwide stage. not secretive, not shallow, not mysterious. private. known by many names, adored by one.
canon inspired. he/him. selective shipping.
headcanons and meta to be added.
I didn't realize it was possible to hold both love and loss so deeply at the same time. I’m grateful to have found someone who makes me feel seen. Who lets me miss and grieve my James without question, and who quietly walks beside me as I navigate this journey. It’s a reminder that love after loss doesn’t erase... It gently makes room.
Today marks one year since James left this world.
Life without him has been tough, and I sometimes wanted to give up. But our family and friends have been my pillars of strength, supporting me when I felt I couldn’t continue.
James - You will always be in my heart until we see each other again.
On what should have been our 9th anniversary, I can still feel your laughter and happiness in the air, even though the past 8 months have been extremely tough without you. Missing you so much, but finding some comfort in thinking you're watching over me.
It's more than the absence of joy; it's a profound emptiness that tugs at the edges of my being. The weight of missing him amplifies, tears tracing a poignant narrative in the shadows where I find solace
The memories I hold of him serve as an anchor, allowing me to hold on to the cherished moments, the very essence of who he was, and the previous treasures I never want to let go
