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Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.

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francesca by hozier 🍃

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Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

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In case you are full of doubts while stumbling upon this post: You are more than your bad days. You are more than your sadness. You are more than these bad thoughts telling you that you have no purpose. You are loved. You are important. You are irreplaceable. You are so damn worthy. Nothing and no one can ever take that away from you.

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If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them, "Put me back in it"

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Alex Dimitrov, from "Love"

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i can't breathe when i think about it too much.

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness / unknown / F. Scott Fitzgerald, Benediction / Taylor Swift, exile / @/free-my-mindd / Zhenya Katava & Neus Bermejo / unknown / Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak / C.C.Aurel / Florence + The Machine, I'm Not Calling You A Liar

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— Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

[text ID: What is lurking in the mirror? / Grief.]

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“We feel emptiness sharply but cannot stand to listen long enough to find out what it means, what we need, what it tells us about how we live. Instead we reach for the nearest thing at hand with which to fill it up. And so we go for years, not able to sit with the silence, not able to face what we have become–and becoming increasingly something we cannot stand. And if we cannot stand ourselves–if we fear, and I think we do, that to even look at who we are would be too painful to bear–how do we live?”

—Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

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“Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between “I love you” and “I love you too,” the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.”

— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet  

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on grief

1. the chronology of water, lidia yuknavitch

2. grief, ewa szymanska

3. jamie anderson

4. inconsolable grief, ivan kramskoi

5. taking care, callista buchen

6. at eternity’s gate, vincent van gogh

7. the chronology of water, lidia yuknavitch

8. on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong

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"I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes. We crack open bedroom doors, step over the creaks, and kiss the children. We are sore from this grief, like we’ve returned from a run, like we are training for a marathon. I’m with you all the way, says my grief, whispering, and then we splash our face with water and stretch, one big shadow and one small."

— Callista Buchen, Taking Care

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“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”

— Kate Jacobs

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All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief