#here comes to rain again

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[80s-song-smackdown]

80 New Wave Tournament Side A

[cuteniarose]

The consequences of my poor financial decisions are here!!

[crimeronan]

"Hunter doesn't even know half of it," the Inner Empress says, hugging her arms tighter around herself. She's rocking, a little, as though to keep herself calm. "He doesn't even know."

Raine keeps their voice very quiet, very gentle. "That Belos hurt you?"

"No, no, that doesn't matter, I don't care about any of that. He doesn't know about the others."

Raine's brows draw together. "The others?"

"The other guards. The Golden Guards before him. He doesn't know."

Darius stiffens so fast that the mindscape itself reacts. He's not making it easy to convince the inner self that they aren't here to hurt her. Raine suspects that he doesn't actually realize how intimidating he's being.

"What do you mean by that," he says flatly.

The trees shake. Dust dislodges. Luz shrinks away.

Raine touches her arm, still so gently.

"Whispers," Darius says, edging toward a snarl, "ask her what the fuck she means by that."

This inner self doesn't seem any better at expressing herself than her outward facade. Raine swallows. "It's okay, Luz," they say. "Hey, can you show us?"

[mtvscreengrabs]

The Eurythmics - Here Comes the Rain Again (1983)

[myimaginaryradio]

Here Comes The Rain Again - The Eurythmics

[studycricket]

heres a little summary of my summer so far :) i took a weekend bookmaking workshop back in june that was actually taught by one of the admissions counselors i work with! i made a fun little book of smaller books where i mostly just played with materials and folding techniques. ive made friends with one of my coworkers and we've been hanging out going to arcades and yard sales (where i got the soup mugs!!) my partner and i got ice cream from salt & straw multiple times because we're obsessed with the blackberry flavors lol and ive been reading the southern reach trilogy and thoroughly enjoying them !! hope everyone is enjoying the season :3

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Eurythmics

Here Comes The Rain Again (1983)

[dandyads]

Here Comes the Rain Again by the Eurythmics, 1984

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[80s-song-smackdown]

80 New Wave Tournament Side A

[lydiablackblade]

Here comes the rain again

Falling on my head like a memory

Falling on my head like a new emotion

I want to walk in the open wind

I want to talk like lovers do

Want to dive into your ocean

Is it raining with you?

Talk to me Like lovers do

Walk with me Like lovers do

Talk to me Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again

Raining in my head like a tragedy

Tearing me apart like a new emotion

I want to breathe in the open wind

I want to kiss like lovers do

Want to dive into your ocean

Is it raining with you?

[valorandgold]

@museinmultitudes

Dwyer took a step back, finally satisfied with what he had prepared now that it was fully cooked, and set it to the side so that it wouldn't overcook as the hot surface would take some time to cool down. It had been a long time since he had prepared anything for someone other than himself that was not tea or coffee or some other hot beverage. He'd certainly not cooked for another person, at least, in a great deal of time, and this particular dish being more Hoshidan in origin, well...he'd had his concerns, but as far as he could tell, it had turned out well enough. Just as he prepared a plate for his dearest Mitama (and lit a couple of small candles that served as a little extra lighting and to add to the atmosphere), that beautiful face appeared before him.

"Ah, your timing is quite impeccable, my dear," Dwyer commented as he finished setting the table, placing Mitama's plate down on the small table in front of the seat clearly pulled with the intention of her sitting there, Dwyer waiting behind the seat once the food was in place so that he might observe proper manners and push it in for her. "I felt that I should perhaps step out of my comfort zone and prepare something more native to your homeland for your birthday. Thank god for Kaze, as I could seldom get a straight answer of how best to prepare this out of anyone else. I daresay I rather like the taste of the sauce accompanying the noodles as well as the richness of the grilled chicken, though I find that the steamed vegetables are a bit lacking in flavor but add texture to it at the very least. Do feel free, however, to be a harsh critic, as I would hate for your thoughts on your meal to be biased simply because I was the one making it. This is not something you would see among Nohr's popular meals, so honest criticism or compliments would be appreciated."

[milogreer]

the quiet intimacy of 'time is a song' is making me rabid again

[softdavidrose]

one of the cats in our yard brought us her babies and they've been hanging out on our balcony in the past few days 🥹 they're soooooo precious 🤍