#seekingclosure

[simbatokonga]

Q u i e t

× a d r e a d f u l p r i c e

[i-will-wait-and-see]

I would rather love someone for being the person I saw in them and be miserable about not having them in my life anymore, than be miserable about a person that turns out to be less than I thought they would be.

[nomadicbliss]

“ON FILLING THE INNER HOLE AND COMING HOME

We’re Home. And then we aren’t. Torn away from our origin, we came across time and space to another world. A lesser world. But in that separation, something painful happened. We were no longer with God in the physical space. We could no longer see Him with our physical eyes, or speak to Him with our physical voice. Unlike our father Adam (`alayhi as-salam—peace be upon him), we could no longer feel that same peace. So we came down. We were torn from Him. And in the pain of that separation, we bled. For the first time, we bled. And that tearing apart from our Creator left a gash. A deep wound that we are all born with. And as we grew, so did the agony of that wound; it grew deeper and deeper. But as time went on, we moved further and further away from the antidote, already in our fitrah (nature): to be near Him, heart, soul” “and mind. And so with each passing year, we became more and more desperate to fill that empty space. But it is in this very quest to fill the hole that we stumbled. Each of us stumbled on different things. And many of us sought to numb the emptiness. So, some of humanity stumbled on drugs or alcohol, while some looked to other sedatives. Some of us stumbled on the worship of physical pleasure, status or money. Some of us lost ourselves in our careers. And then, some of us stumbled on people. Some of us lost ourselves there. But, what if every single stumble, every challenge, every experience in our life was only intended for one purpose: to bring us back to our origin? What if every win, every loss, every beauty, every fall, every cruelty, and every smile was only intended to unveil another barrier between us and God? Between us and where we began, and where we are desperately seeking to return. #Excerpt From: Mogahed, Yasmin. “Reclaim Your Heart.”

[pyrolilytumbles-blog]

Version 2: I think I like it better like this. The original is a depiction of a very real interaction. I think I needed to draw out the whole scene to get what I was hoping for. Title: In 1992 I Learned That Colors Can Have More Than Just One Name. My personal timeline. #traumasurvivor #drawingishealing #racism #inking #illustrating #drawingtrauma #seekingclosure #tryingtoletgo #ptsd #ptsdawareness #ptsdrecovery #complexptsd

[pyrolilytumbles-blog]

Title: In 1992 I Learned That Colors Can Have More Than Just One Name. My personal timeline. #traumasurvivor #drawingishealing #racism #inking #illustrating #drawingtrauma #seekingclosure #tryingtoletgo #ptsd #ptsdawareness #ptsdrecovery #complexptsd #blackandwhitedrawing #illustration

[dauntingdamsel]

The fact that I still get calls almost every night, now from a blocked number affirms the reason-- in the words of Taylor Swift -- that we are never ever getting back together. You low-life bastard. Move the fuck on.