#poem: excerpt

[liriostigre]

Mary Oliver, “Something.” Why I Wake Early

[maniacinlove]

i can not put this feeling into words ...but yes my heart is tearing apart

[wonderness]

What we'll always have is something we lost

Ocean Voung, from “Snow Theory” in Time Is a Mother

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[lucidloving]

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[fairydrowning]

"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

– Charles Bukowski

[tendermimi]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

[sakshinarula]

I am not going to make my grief small and palatable. My love wasn't small either.

- Sakshi Narula

[derangedrhythms]

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

[liriostigre]

Naomi Shihab Nye, “Fireflies.” Red Suitcase

[maniacinlove]

its hard to dream of you these days ...somehow its like i cant remember your face .

[wonderness]

Why not move toward the things I love?

Natalie Diaz, from “Grief Work”

[ell-hs]

[lucidloving]

Kurt Vonnegut, based on John Greenleaf, "Maud Muller" // Whittier // Lang Leav // Erica Jong, Becoming Light: Poems New & Selected // @dvoyd // Matt Haig, The Midnight Library // @ojibwa // magazine clipping, on Bronnie Ware's The Top Five Regrets of the Dying // r.h. // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Basil and Josephine Stories

[Requested by @alwaysanangel-neveragod]

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."