#lifelines

[hyperfocusthusly]

Lifelines

Tommy’s sister dies and he is given custody of her 6 month old daughter | rating: G | Total word count: 3,407 | Chapter 4/? |

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Tommy finds that time passes regardless of his feelings about it. He starts to build back up. The grief starts to mould into a pressure under his rib cage. Not as suffocating as it used to be, but still there, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

The months pass, he watches Ava grow. She starts to pull herself up on his old coffee table, wobble her way around it with a little crease of concentration in her brow. She starts to eat solid food. Watches as she goes from banging blocks together to building careful towers.

He takes up Howie's offers of walks, explores the city with fresh eyes, finds out where all the good play areas are. Jee sits with Ava in the sand, carefully explaining how to make mud cakes. Ava watches, clumsily scoops sand in the general direction of the bucket Jee is holding out to her, they laugh together.

The grief throbs.

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[all-class-darling]

Tattoo this on my forehead

[crmsnmth]

Lifelines

I don't write because I have something to say I write because the silence starts saying it for me

Because my thoughts don't walk they spiral loose threads in a storm drain tangled in what-ifs and almosts and things I should've said ten years ago to someone who wouldn't have listened anyway

So I write

I write to pin them down like butterflies I don't even want to keep just to prove they were real that I left something sharp enough to leave a mark

Each word is a small rebellion against forgetting

Each line a fragile little bridge over a place I almost fell through

Sometimes it's ugly ink like a confession dragged through gravel sentences that limp metaphors that break under their own weight

But they hold god, they hold

And on the nights when everything feels like it's slipping names, faces, reasons I can trace myself back through the pages

Here I was angry

Here I was in love

Here I survived something I still don't have a name for

These are my lifelines not clean, not straight but stubborn

Proof that I was here Proof that I made it one word further that I thought I could

[jaggedjawjosh]

You once said, 'In the quiet moments between doubts, courage finds its voice, and through the shadows, your true path gradually unfolds.'

[kenneth-williams-diaries]

back again, searching for traces 💕

Significant London residences of Kenneth Williams (1926 - 1988) ... it is obvious that he never pushed himself out of his comfort zone.

Note: The Kenneth Williams Passage is located in Bingfield Street, Islington, near the site of the house where Kenneth was born in 1926 (unfortunately demolished in the 1970s).

[kittytime27]

I feel nothing about this page

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Soir 💙🎸💔🆕️

Chris Norman🎶 Lifelines