I think about you all the time. All the time. I think about your loss all the time. All the time. It is frustrating sometimes. I can hold the door for you, I can help you with the groceries, but I cannot help you carry this great weight.

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I think about you all the time. All the time. I think about your loss all the time. All the time. It is frustrating sometimes. I can hold the door for you, I can help you with the groceries, but I cannot help you carry this great weight.
“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”
— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
Today you called me out of the blue, And when I picked up, all you had to say Was that you missed me. I'm tired of all the metaphors. I don't have any more Poetic ways to say this. I just miss you, too.
Caroline Kaufman, When the World Didn’t End
It’s like we are leaving hand-written notes in the mirror’s steam for the other to find later,
Saying the things we will never say in the same room together
It doesn't take a lot of strength to hold on, it takes a lot of strength to let go.
J.C. Watts Jr.
I still wonder about her,
But it’s not with the same curious glow as before
It’s indifferent, uncaring.
It’s strange to see her from afar now,
Walking around, knowing all these things about me
"We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels."
-William Shakespeare
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Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.
Eckhart Tolle
Find things beautiful as much as you can
Vincent Van Gogh
I'd like to walk with you there, to find out whether we look at things the same way
Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to Theo Van Gogh
“I do not want to be alone like this. Why have you not come back to haunt me? It is the least I would have expected of you. Why this silence day after day, night after interminable night? It is like a fog, this silence of yours. First it was a blur on the horizon, the next minute we were in the midst of it, purblind and stumbling, clinging to each other…Send back your ghost. Torment me, if you like. Rattle your chains, drag your cerements across the floor, keen like a banshee, anything. I would have a ghost.”
— John Banville, The Sea
Heartbreak Routine
I hear the words and let them sink. I get home early and shut all the lights off. I lie in bed for a few days, try to whisper the way I’m feeling out loud to myself while everyone else is asleep. Sometimes I will fill with an energy of busyness. I torch my room, pull books from my shelves, tearing cover to cover looking for the right words. I paint with my hands, scribble on the walls, feel insanity burning through me as I try to stay away from hurting. Other times I feel like deadweight. I feel bound to my bed, without the energy to even chew and swallow.
Every day will be different, and I will log all of the changes. I will try to keep track of how often a day will come when I feel okay again. I will follow the signs like counting the time in between the lightning and thunder to try and figure out when the storm will end.
And it will. It will get better, like it did last time. I know this and will always know this, and even thought it doesn’t dull the pain very much at all, it will always be true that the rain will subside.
To love another person is to see the face of god.
Victor Hugo
.
was going
to call
but realized
it's saturday
and
i never know
if the old rules
still apply
or if there's
new rules
to live by
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies
From the very beginning, I knew that my getting over it would meaning learning how to let go: to be able to not love her anymore, without having to hate her to do it.