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My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before. Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.
love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson
#words#andrea gibson’s death gutted me more than I would expect for reasons I only sort of understand#this poem guts me more but I keep rereading it
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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god
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Towards stars✨…wallpaper size on Patreon, LINK!
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mind if I come over and behave somewhat like a scared animal before I adjust
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Astronomy vignettes. Learning about our world. 1932.
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Doc Luben, 14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes // Gina Son, Love, Despite the Painful Endings // Joy Sullivan, Instructions for Traveling West // Stephen Sondheim, The Road You Didn't Take (Follies) // Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar // F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place // Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close // Anne Carson, Gloves on! // Tanya Vasilenko, Choice of Values
#web weaving#web weave#webweave#web weavings#parallels#quotes#on time#on grief#on choices made#on regret#existential dread#existentialism#idk these type of collections always punch me in the gut so I figured I would try making my own#as a monument to my current quarter-life existential crisis and the reminder that every thought has been thought many times before
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There's really such as beauty that you're in a Wonder Land. 🌷✨
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So I decided to participate in the BugsInBloom2025 instagram challenge cause you know me I can't resist the charms of critters and flowers. My approach is going to be simple and magic whimsical. First prompt is Honey Bee + lavender
Decidí participar en el bugs in bloom challenge en instagram, porque no puedo resistirme a bichitos y flores. Mi enfoque será sencillez y fantasioso mágico. Primer prompt es abeja melífera y la lavanda.
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Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Hanging fire”
[Text ID: “There is nothing I want to do / and too much / that has to be done”]
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⋆ ˚。Morning star✨˖°✧₊˚⊹ …phone and desktop wallpaper available on patreön, LINK! ^o^
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✨Winged elf collab✨
Collab with my friend @anne-wild ❤️ We decided to test the Clairefontaine Aguapad paper a bit more :) She made the sketch and lineart for this lady, and I painted it.
Check out her page :D
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