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feral-ballad · 9 months ago
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Marie Howe, from What the Living Do; “Watching Television”
[Text ID: “Anything I’ve ever tried to keep by force I’ve lost.”]
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remanence-of-love · 22 hours ago
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thechthonicherbalist · 2 days ago
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Sometimes you lost important things out in the rainstorm and you only go in to dry and warm up a little or until the worst is over before you go back to safe them. Sometimes you have to face the storm many times until everything important is also in a safe and dry place. Sometimes you don't have the privilege to warm and dry up in between getting all these things in or else they take irreversible damage.
Sometimes they already have, because they were never meant to get wet or built to deal with heavy wind and storm. Sometimes you can only get in what was damaged and fix things or recreate them or grieve them and accept that you have to make do without them once the storm is over even if it was important, irreplaceable things and life will be harder without them.
And sometimes while you're in the dry place with everything important and start to settle down and feel safe, the storm gets so bad it causes a flooding and you need to escape again.
This is not about storms and rain, drying and damage and floods. This is about saving yourself and having to go back to uncomfortable memories, conversations and circumstances to safe parts of yourself that got caught up and maybe took damage or were destroyed during traumatic circumstances in your life and fix them, replace them or at the very least grieve them and let go of them. War. Severe illness. Betrayal. Death. Abuse. Disasters. All kinds of catastrophic events can cause this.
You have to do this so you don't get stuck in a place of trauma or else your life won't go on or you'll start to use and hurt others because you try to work on the artwork of life with missing or damaged tools.
If you're stuck, sometimes you will meet people who call you out or make you aware of the things you're missing or that got damaged and were never repaired, went missing and were never replaced or the ones that are irreplaceable, unfixable but were never properly grieved.
Often it's people that recovered and fixed their own stuff after a similar event and urge you to go out into the rain and do the same or they see those dusty old boxes of broken things on your shelf and they will urge you to go and get what you left behind in the storm or they will urge you to unpack the broken things and fix them, sometimes they offer help.
This can hurt and make you angry or upset, because you are scared of the storm, of the damage, the cold and wet and pain or you're overwhelmed and have no idea how to fix things or how to replace these very important things that hurt so bad to lose. And it seems so easy for those who already did that, often it will seem like a person with fixed things and circumstances got those things done with next to no effort, like everything just came their way naturally while you have to work hard and have to suffer to get there...
And you're right... you will have to work hard and it will be scary and painful to get all this done. But the people urging you on know that, it was not easy for them to do this either, it only looks easy because now that the work is done, they're in a much better place and they want you to be in that better place too.
It can get you angry, scared, defensive, sometimes you will try and get hurt and scared and rained on again and you end up blaming them for all the past pain and loss the storm blows in.
But I hope you heal regardless and that when the storms of life are over and the sun is out, you don't hide in self-imposed exile and isolation for the rest of your life, with your broken tools and canvases hidden away in boxes you're scared to touch.
Because this is not where you were meant to be.
I hope you reach for these boxes on your shelf, where you keep all the broken things and memories. And I hope that you open them and I hope you cry over them and feel everything they contain until you feel the calm and relief of having processed all the pain, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, the loss, all of it. And then I hope you reach into them and fix what you can and throw out what you can't and wander out into the world to get new, fresh things that are unbroken and have better quality and last. And I hope that you live. I hope that some day you will be brave enough to run wild and free into this world and be happy.
I hope that someday your eyes will get used to the brightness of the sun again and that you will see what lies outside of the dark and dusty shelter you sought in a time of emergency.
And I hope the flowers and the birds and the wind and the trees will find you and embrace you and you will fall in love with life again and not only with ideas of beauty and immortality.
I hope you will be ready to embrace and love the world one day.
You don't have to force yourself to bounce back so quickly. I read something recently that said "when you come in from a rainstorm, you don't expect yourself to be dry and warm right away", and it really resonated with me. It's okay to take time to dry off and warm up. Take the time you need to process what happened to you.
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broken-hearted-lovers · 3 months ago
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the aftermath of love and loss
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imnotreallygoodwithwords · 2 days ago
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It’s been a while,
nearly two whole years.
Do you ever think about me?
Do you wonder how I’ve changed?
How I’m doing?
What I’m doing?
If I still think about you?
That one’s easy.
How couldn’t I?
719 days,
and I’ve spent every one
thinking about you.
Oh, I wish you could just tell me
how your soul is.
Maybe we’ve both changed,
not too much,
just enough
to be familiarly new.
Just enough
to rediscover each other,
to learn one another again,
still know which words sound the sweetest.
What do I do with all this?
With all the love that was here?
What do I do with the memories?
Where do I put it?
Where does love go
when there’s no one left to give it to?
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nielsmichiels · 17 hours ago
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I had that with a dog. I used to own a yorkshire terrier cross breed. She was half malteser, half yorkshire terrier. She looked completely like a yorky but with silver hair on her back and white hair around her ears. She also had the cutest flap ear. That's right, one ear stood completely up and one ear was flapped down. ..........She got cancer........ It was extremely agressive. We were able to remove pretty much a tennisbal worth of mass out of that little girl. It was all for nothing. Within a month it was back. She was suffering so much, so i had to do the unthinkable........ I had to put her to sleep. Before that tough i was crying my eyes out holding her, even then she tried to cheer me up by licking up my tears with what strenght she still had left........ The vet gave her the shot...... she fell asleep......and then she stopped breathing. It was over........ Couple months later i was walking trough the train station and i saw a homeless person. He had a dog on his lap. That.....that dog look EXACTLY, like my little girl. Same hair, same size, same flappy ear. It was a complete copy. I broke down there and then. I bawled my eyes out. I gave the homeless man all the cash i carried. It was something around 50 euros. Later that day, i was still depressed from the ordeal and i stepped into the local comic shop. There was a husky there, probably belonged to another customer, it was walking free around but it kept following me and was staring at me with its blue eyes. Suddenly it came in front of me, looked up to my probably misserable face and then it put the side of head against my leg, i gave that dog a hug and he layed down his head on my shoulder. Tears were streaming down my eyes again. Sometimes i believe we don't deserve dogs, they are the most loyal and copassionate beings out there, and we........we are us........
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
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alectohowl · 2 days ago
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I told my teacher on one fine day, Just after graduating may, That school had taught me only one thing, That nobody cares, If I had killed myself that day, The world would take a week to mourn away, Then settle back to life again, Act as if I was a memory to lend, Nobody cares I had a mind, Nobody cares that I wasn't fine, Im just an example of what not be, This is just a piece, Of a dead girl's poetry
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softheartsecrets · 2 days ago
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remanence-of-love · 4 days ago
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skittzdaskittle · 1 day ago
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So, I thought maybe it was loss or something, but i just figured it was some obscure thing
I looked through the tags and found out that indeed it's loss LMAO
And also that I messed up on the last bit I did, which is the two pixels laying down
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this one should be a little more on-brand
(and I planned it with an actual nonogram maker, so hopefully it should have much fewer errors than the first one where I just winged it)
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futuristic-koala · 7 months ago
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definetelynotdepressed · 5 months ago
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god cursed me into seeing this image so im making it everyone elses problem
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minimalist-quotes · 9 months ago
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Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than spend your life in the wrong room.
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manwizstud · 2 days ago
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Self Love Quotes
Cute Elephants - Emotionally unavailable - Lack Of Self-love - Funny
An emotionally unavailable person makes you realise your own lack of self-love. You are doomed to repeat these dynamics until you face your unconscious.
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loveelizabeths · 9 months ago
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love elizabeth s.
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