#on grief

[yourlocalrivergirl]

I don't know if I'm brave enough for that. I'm not brave. I'm a coward, my hands are stained with blood that will never come out. It's under my nails, it's in my lungs, I am haunted. I am the angel of death and the one screaming, I am the knife and wound, the killer and the victim. I am alive, but I've really never felt like anything permanent.

[lovelyvultures]

looming large by sienna spring (image id in alt text)

[toomanycupsoftea]

[neoneomoon]

reminder to self: no love is ever wasted

[actiaslunaris]

In the ache appearing endless Let your soul feel him close In the absence of an answer His presence is the hope

[thecryptkeeper]

Ordinary Notes by Christina Sharpe

[moonsomnia]

back im my hadestown phase bc i forgot the album was first released og Broadway recording in 2019 and I was grieving and so that wound got freshly reopened and hadestown actually is so scarily me in the amalgamation of things I love and themes of things I enjoy and appalachia and rust belt and folk music and the pro shot nerfd me.

I remember so specifically it was july 2019 because I was grieving and getting blackout drunk all the time persephone style anyway. I just love the story and setting and themeatic elements and AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHH