On Grief - Tumblr Posts
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i wish i had made more of an effort to remember / i wish i had taken more photos / when a perfectly ordinary day turns into / a perfectly extraordinary day / who do you blame for misfiling a memory
UNDER A STAR CALLED SUN
where's that picture that ruined my life
Our Experience of Grief is Unique as a Fingerprint
Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.
To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. And that's it. That's all.
Owen Sharma, The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) dir. Mike Flanagan
Our Dining Table by Mita Ori
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Henri J.M. Nouwen
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The Wind Rises (2013) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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Love Run (Intro) by The Amazing Devil
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Things You Save In A Fire by Katherine Center
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Quora
From The Japanese (The Triumph of Achilles, 1985) by Louise Glück
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John Green [Vlog Comment & Tumblr post]
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Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton
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starpeace & serialghost
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"It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."
please tell me i wasnt the only one that my whole life thought grief was only when someone you loved died and you always saw people describing grief and youre like "i feel like this too but i never lost someone like that so maybe its just me and my terrible little brain" but you always felt like theres a hole inside you always remembering the past and mourning what it was and reliving those days over and over again just to feel something and then you learn that, suprise!!! that can also be grief. you guys can relate right? right???
“Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.”
— Joan Didion, in The Year of Magical Thinking
How do you deal with grief? I just can't stop the overwhelming feeling of it.
i'm muslim so the islamic perspective comforts me a lot. the idea that the person isn't gone forever, that my prayers are reaching them, that the love i have for them meets them where my hands can't. i was chosen to love them. i was chosen to lose them because God knew i would still make something of their love. but muslim or not, the point remains true. the love you had and still have for them is making the world a softer place. every smile you give a stranger. every bird you feed on your morning walk. every hug you give to someone who's still living. this is your greatest evidence. yes, someone loved me once. yes, they walked with me here once and i look for their footsteps still. yes, i dream them back all the time. yes, they made the world bearable, and i will too. ill do for others what they did for me with all the love they left behind.
i thought you were crying wolf, but you weren't. who am i to be so sceptical of your cries? dilapidated by my hands, your life was terminated by my faithlessness in you. is forgiveness something the insentient can give? but how am i to be deserving when i heard your cries so irreverently.
Baie | she/they | unlabled | 18
– currently listening to: 'david melrose theme' by hauschka, smokey eyes by lincoln, along with elias hix, hozier, noah kahan, gang of youths – currently reading: all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr and phosphorecence by julia baird
welcome
hello :> it's general chaos around here. possibly some web weaving of my own floating about. but there's not much else to it
about me: australian!! 2006. lover of love and life. infj 4w5. very in love ᰔᩚ chaotic good! rediscovering and building my faith :) lqbtqia+
academia: graduated '23!! starting my double degree in ‘24! slowly self-teaching japanese ᰔᩚ. chaotic academia by blood
the goal: bachelor criminology and criminal justice + psychological science (and maybe cybercrime in the future?)
master list
(links are broken atm, but the tags are correct)
#poems and quotes
#ineptias loqour (my posts)
#study log
#media
#artwork
#music
#musings (a fav of mine)
#meme
#not a meme but that same category of posts
#on christianity
#letters to myself
#that one type of green
#web weaving
#anderson don’t talk out loud. you lower the iqueue of the whole street. (queue tag)
added this section with the tags i use most often so i can find posts later, everything else is just #on *thing* and frankly i can't be bothered with that.
will possibly add links to fandoms and reads... not sure yet. it would be good to have an active list of all the books i read and enjoyed enough to keep a list of…. here’s a short list of fandomesque things tho: sherlock, rwby, bts/kpop, d20, sk8 the infinity, good omens, epic the musical, lore olympus webtoon, loki series, fnaf,
books would include: archives of despair by caleb finn, hamlet, good omens, throne of glass series, embassy row series, the song of achilles by madeline miller, they both die at the end duology, the inheritance games series, shadow and bone+six of crows, everything by alice oseman
music as well perhaps? hozier, bts, ericdoa, noah kahan, glaive, cage the elephant, lizzy mcalpine, cave town, mccafferty, chase atlantic, brakence, eden, the front bottoms, (it’s all over the place… just not much country music tbh)
here’s the old intro post, haven't decided what to do with it yet
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ik this is a new account, but i’ve been here since july 2020 <3
for what i have done and failed to do i am sorry.
most recent context: i’m vibing to some of my old music but my brain goes ‘haha this song totally suits john after the reichenbach fall’ and all of sudden the weight of grief is cracking my ribs and suffocating me
i love that i can like feel things deeply, but god i wish i could just, turn it off sometimes.
Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"
it spirals down my throat and roots into my spine, rendering me mute. i didn’t plant these seeds.
home is the first grave // until i gather the strenth to drag my bones out the front door my soul will haunt these shadowed halls. the kitchen echos of angrily washed dishes and silent mornings, the living room reverberates arguments past and loud screams. the room is filled with quiet sobs and repeated whispers, just once more then you’ll be done, just hold on once more. but it’s once more in the same way that soon will never be here and then is never now.
“Old wounds resurfaced last night and they continue to plague me. But I refuse to speak of the grief I harbor in my heart. Loneliness is a disease I choose. Who can I blame for this illness but myself?”
youadan teddy // diary entry #56