#nothing else will ever be this beautiful

[neednolighttoshine]

no thoughts head empty xiaojun is king

[cockworkangels]

my name is death and the end is here ....

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[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 💛

[hersweetrevenge]

🔪 blood, blood, gallons of the stuff 🫀 [X]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[itsalwaysforyou]

i do love it when jal are written as aggressive and rough with each other but i love gentle jal as well. i love them being so overwhelmed and confused by what they feel they just don’t say anything at all, too scared to ruin anything. i love them dropping the cruel pretences, if only momentarily, and allowing themselves a moment of vulnerability with each other, entirely depending all too recklessly on trust and shared understanding. i love their quiet moments where they’re not quite touching but the energy is almost palpable. i love the intensity of their softness, it all being so unknown and alien to them, as they both flounder trying to make sense of it all.

[princessofdorkness]

Not me gaining sentience when I remembered that there’s a whole FUCKING ORCHESTRA MIXED INTO THIS SONG SO I LISTEN TO THIS VERSJIKON AND NOW IM DRUNK AND HIGH AND LITERALLY SOBBING ALONE IN MY ROOM AT 10:30 AT NIGHT.

No but LITERALLY when the Elton John said this is one of the best songs ever written, HE WASN’T FUCKING LYING!!! MY GOD!!!!!!

[thirdtimed]

quite truthfully my very personal highly self indulgent interpretation of the life series & it as a timeloop specifically is like. entirely 10000% shaped by orvs metanarrative so if you want access to this specific interpretation that like maybe 2 or 3 total people globally hold you will unfortunately have to read 551 chapters of a korean webnovel that only exists in full via awkward fan translation. but it sounds tempting does it not

[wildflowercryptid]

barely 2 chapters into a semi-charming kind of life and i'm already screaming over the parallels i'm seeing between darling and apple, oh my god...

[pttucker]

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' claims that Han Sooyoung didn't protect your heart to protect your black fire dragon.] …My black fire dragon? "That's why I…" Han Sooyoung hesitated before starting to talk. "I mean, Jeon Woochi's attack… flew to that place." "…Hah." I was so dumbfounded that I forgot the important situation and sighed. Han Sooyoung hesitated as she stared into my eyes and bit her lips. "That… you would be a bit unhappy if you lost that function so… I shifted the direction." "That's why it hit my heart?" "…Well, there is such a story." It was an absurd story. Han Sooyoung didn't wait to see how I accepted it and added swiftly. "I-I didn't have any strange thoughts. Don't be mistaken. The Black Flame Dragon bastard was shouting that I should protect the whale…"

The whale?

THE WHALE???

I thought Abyssal Black Flame Dragon was just being cute calling it his "black flame dragon" all this time but, no, apparently not only does Kim Dokja canonically have a MASSIVE WHALE DICK, his dick is apparently so impressive multiple constellations have been outright distraught at the thought of anything happening to it.

[chriss-club]

f1 writers of tumblr please someone write a logan sargeant story inspired by in between by gracie abrams (or if anyone has any fic recs for my need please send them my way) 🙏🙏🙏

[mangabacaxi]

i think its so funny when someone say they like a movie but can't defend it saying i like it but i know its bad i mean then you dont like it lmao ??

[happily-ever-aftermath]

HEY LUMIERE

*licks your face*

"Qu'est-ce que c'est que bordel..?"

[petrichormeraki]

Should I watch atsv is it good

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

[blujayonthewing]

thinking about Elyss's dad reading her the ugly duckling when she was a little girl and I'm torn between the story resonating with her, for obvious reasons, or the story distressing her intensely because if the ugly duckling was never a duck to begin with then it will never fit in with its duck family, it will never have a place among other ducks, it will always be an outsider in the only home it's ever known

[sonknuxadow]

my take is that sonic generations is a good game i like it and its fun to play but it doesnt deserve to be hyped up as one of the best sonic games . sorry.