#NO PAIN NO SORROW NO GRIEF

[tagerrkix]

rage.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alas, this beautiful dream could not last.

[gayjaytodd]

just in case you're wondering how bad antisemitism is online by now: my friend had to take down the memorial post she made on IG for her dad and stepmum (who died less than a week ago) bc people were spamming it with "free palestine" and "two less zionists is a good thing" comments

[ksjanes]

May these April showers wash away your pain, sorrow, numbness, and grief. Somehow wake you up, lifting the darkness so once again you feel warmth from the sun. May you feel again.

K.S. Janes

[thealiferoussoul]

......And after a point of time, you just stop!!! You stop expecting peace, you stop trying to be happy, you stop asking for love, you stop looking for friends, you stop expecting.........a future?

-Anjali

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

My dear child, I am writing to you from a café in Nice where I have been stranded, crushed by heat and sorrow. I don't need to tell you what makes me despair, and the helplessness in which I find myself. You know it well besides, and you have something else to do and to feel. My dear, dear love, it seems to me that I could never again write or tell you anything but my tenderness, the infinite tenderness of my heart. After having phoned you, I called Marseille again. Finally, there was nothing to be done and there was nothing to do. So I let go of everything, with the sound of your voice still in my ear, the dreadful fear of worrying you a little more, of weighing on you... I let go and I cried with you. 

My love, my only, my great love, I will come back soon - I will probably not be able to do anything for your poor heart, to compensate for the terrible and unfairness of this life. But at least I will watch over you and spare you the little things, the troubles, the servitudes, all that a man can do for the woman he loves. Think of nothing but him, her too, and your grief. Mix well their memory, what they had was beautiful and great, with what you are. Make them revive in you. And I will help you with everything else, I will never abandon you, there is at least one being that you can dispose of entirely, I mean entirely. I cannot live any longer for the small days, I can no longer stand all these beings without deep quality. There is you, your sorrow, your present loneliness and the immense love that is mine. 

Even what I am saying to you now is too much. It is a silence to your pain that I wanted to send you. It is my love, my heart, the friendship of the soul... I love you so much, I love you, that's all, and without a reservation. I kiss you, my darling, sadly, but with all my strength.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 18, 1950 [#199]*

*On the letterhead of the Café Monnot, Place Masséna, in Nice.

[inkedfictionista]

First Solavellan wip. One day was all it took

[ipessimist1]

Grief

Grief is a black cloud lurking above, it shadows all who we dearly love. One day it rains and drowns the soul and we lose that love and pay the toll.

Rain turns to storm and life withers away draining all the colour leaving nothing but grey. Oh, how we wish we could turn back time- to undo this remorse and break the paradigm.

Our tears fall like rain as we look back at all the memories now faded to black. But you will live on forever in my mind as I have no choice but to leave you behind.

In this storm I am trying to find a way out of this night and back into day where I can find sun and solace in life again and look back and smile from a place of zen.

I have done it once and I'll do it again, to be my strongest every now and then. Grief is a journey so very long and slow but even in storms, new seeds can grow.

[fantasiona]

A person that bloomed.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Sorrow, The National//House of the Dragon (2022-)

[aprilsray]

sometimes I think about how for a very brief moment even lee dongsik's best friends of 30 years suspected that he could be the murderer and how it just displays how lonely dongsik was even in the company of his near and dear ones. the implications of him giving his all to them but his trauma and grief and his reaction to these creating a wall between him and his beloveds, separating him from them, sowing the seeds for suspicion in a bond lasting multiple decades. I wonder how dongsik reacted when he learnt that they suspected him too, i wonder if he would've bitterly laughed it off thinking how it was logical for them to think that way that it was common sense for jihwa and jeongjae to point the needle towards him. why? well because isn't he the resident suspect, isn't he crazy enough to do it, isn't that who he is.

but the truth is he is not. i wonder if even as he bitterly laughed a needle would've struck in his heart, if he would've thought why can no one ever trust me. what is it that I did that even my own friends can consider the option of suspecting me.

[ruvviks]

toying with the idea of making yancey's friends not real. would that be too evil

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

Leo Tolstoy

[flowermist7432]

Fighting for my life trying to re-design and form these cast of characters is like trying to dig through dirt with just your fingernails. and baby, yesterday I ripped em all off

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

It Always Does..

[credits-roll]

No, we weren't lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami