The Parting Of The Ways - Tumblr Posts
When I first saw this scene from endgame, it reminded me of doctor who. Not only do they say the same words, but we, the audience, feel for them. The audience knows what is about to happen and as big fans we don’t want them to go.
love with no place to go. when i hear you say that you love someone but you’ll “never say it with words” and “they’ll never know because you’ll never show it”, i realize now that that feeling is very real and there but what is the point of loving someone from afar when you can touch them in your palms? why not take the time and effort to love them? to make them feel loved? why let your love sit around inside of you with no place to go? it becomes grief. it wants to explode into others. now you have to feed the growing monster that just lusts to love more and more. what is your love anyway? is this about yourself or truly the other? is this about your family and the love they couldn’t give you? what does your love look like? does it harm? does it hurt? is it genuine? is it gentle? is it kind? is there room for error? is there limits? is it sweet? is it proud? is it chipping at you? is it weighing you down? is it in the way? is it going to eat you alive?
i want to love you so loudly, but since you’ve let go now where do i put this stupidly intense love now?
in myself?
sheesh.
A belated farewell
The alley doesn't belong to me anymore, but I belong to it forever; it holds a part of me that will always stay there; if not there, then in my memories, which will not be so clear after a while, but it will be there, and it would feel like home. The familiar smell, excitement to see snowfall, getting drenched in rain without any worries, stargazing, sneaking out just to see a pretty afterglow. I always had a place where I could run back after a tiring day. I'm lucky enough that I got to call it home. I'll surely go back, but I don't want to see the changes. I don't want to feel hostile in my own home. I said goodbye, and all my heart said was to stay, if not forever, then just for a while.
Parting is such a bittersweet feeling, but eventually, we will all part ways from our loved ones, our favorite places, and our feelings. All we will have are nostalgic memories of them. I'm not ready to bid farewell. I guess I would never be, but I have to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my home. You're not calling me back again, but my heart is always waiting to be back. I never knew just a stack of bricks with a few divisions, doors, and windows could be so beautiful. Home is a feeling. Thank you for making me feel like I belong to you. Goodbye until next time.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
© - Shelovesskiez
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My father has abandonment issues
He avoids being close to others because he hates parting with people he has grown close to
My mother also has abandonment issues
She doesn't try to get close to people because she has anxiety about how others perceive her
She always prepares for the worst, a lot of what if thinking all of the time
Today, I saw both of them cry
Both cried because of a parting
One grieved and the other reminisced
One was smiling at the end and the other lost their smile
One was thankful, the other devastated
Yet both cried
Both were bawling their eyes out
And both tried to hide it from me
One pretended everything was fine and needed a push in order to tell the truth
And the other was thankful for the comfort
You would think my father pushed me away but it was my mother
You would think that my mother was the one who would accept my comfort but it was my father
Everyone griefs in a different way
And everyone's grief can take many forms and shapes
My father had to part with his team he worked years with because of his health
My mother had to part with her friends son who drowned
Different situations, different kinds of grief
Different ways of accepting reality
Different ways of thinking
Yet my parents still remain the same
They both sat in silence with their grief
My father has abandonment issues
He avoids being close to others because he hates parting with people he has grown close to
My mother also has abandonment issues
She doesn't try to get close to people because she has anxiety about how others perceive her
She always prepares for the worst, a lot of what if thinking all of the time
Today, I saw both of them cry
Both cried because of a parting
One grieved and the other reminisced
One was smiling at the end and the other lost their smile
One was thankful, the other devastated
Yet both cried
Both were bawling their eyes out
And both tried to hide it from me
One pretended everything was fine and needed a push in order to tell the truth
And the other was thankful for the comfort
You would think my father pushed me away but it was my mother
You would think that my mother was the one who would accept my comfort but it was my father
Everyone griefs in a different way
And everyone's grief can take many forms and shapes
My father had to part with his team he worked years with because of his health
My mother had to part with her friends son who drowned
Different situations, different kinds of grief
Different ways of accepting reality
Different ways of thinking
Yet my parents still remain the same
They both sat in silence with their grief
My father has abandonment issues
He avoids being close to others because he hates parting with people he has grown close to
My mother also has abandonment issues
She doesn't try to get close to people because she has anxiety about how others perceive her
She always prepares for the worst, a lot of what if thinking all of the time
Today, I saw both of them cry
Both cried because of a parting
One grieved and the other reminisced
One was smiling at the end and the other lost their smile
One was thankful, the other devastated
Yet both cried
Both were bawling their eyes out
And both tried to hide it from me
One pretended everything was fine and needed a push in order to tell the truth
And the other was thankful for the comfort
You would think my father pushed me away but it was my mother
You would think that my mother was the one who would accept my comfort but it was my father
Everyone griefs in a different way
And everyone's grief can take many forms and shapes
My father had to part with his team he worked years with because of his health
My mother had to part with her friends son who drowned
Different situations, different kinds of grief
Different ways of accepting reality
Different ways of thinking
Yet my parents still remain the same
They both sat in silence with their grief