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It’s because we’re so similar that we stopped talking to each other so much. When we do talk, we either struggle to find things to day or we just get angry, so apparently we’ve reached a mutual agreement that there’s really no point trying any more. I’m not too bothered.

-𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟑𝟏)

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Headfirst, Ocean Vuong

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solitude, it's this double-edged sword – on one side, there's the calm, the chance to hear your own heartbeat, but on the other, it's a dangerous dance with your deepest fears and unspoken truths. in the quiet, your mind becomes both ally and adversary, and the line between introspection and drowning in your thoughts blurs. solitude, it's a risky game of balance, where the danger lies in losing yourself within the silence.

@ fiercethorns | “silent danger”

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“I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.”

— Veronica Roth

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Amal El-Mohtar/Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

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do you ever find yourself lost in a story, only to realize that perhaps you've found a piece of yourself within its pages?

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from an article about lesbian comic robin tyler performing at the san francisco international women’s day celebration, published in the berkeley barb vol. 30 no. 14, march 1980

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'Sirin and Alkonost - The Birds of Joy and Sorrow' by Viktor Vasnetsov, (1848 - 1926)

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my love for you will be here forever, and the grief of losing you will be here too.

happy birthday, my star. 🤍

#mourning excerpt #atsushi sakurai #buck tick #bucktick #atsushi #acchan #vkei #jrock #japan #jpop #dealing with grief #tw grief

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The words get lodged in my throat, stuck somewhere between a thought and a sob. As much as I want to say the words, the burning in my eyes and tightness in my throat keep me silent. We live and we die. The cycle of life isn't one we can prevent and no deal with the devil can protect us from the Grim Reaper. But hearing my nana say she's had enough and is ready to leave brings me to my knees. If I could, I would make a deal with the devil or travel to the underworld to meet Hades on his throne with a blade in hand. I'd battle the gods and threaten the natural order to carve out a little more time in the short lives we're given to keep the ones we love a little longer with a lot less pain. I want to say the words, to tell her I need her here because once she's gone it's one less person on this planet who cares for me. I want to tell her she's wrong and I won't get over it in time, that I will miss her always because once she's gone, there will be this huge gap where her steady presence has always been. And there is nothing in this world that can fill it except her laughter, her sass, her love, and everything else she is that will be gone when she leaves me behind. I need to say the words, but I don't think she's listening anymore, anyway.

—taintedglass

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Melanie Klein, "Mourning and Its Relation to Manic-Depressive States"

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Bus", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Simon Franklin) [ID'd]

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February kind of feeling

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Name moodboard for @ruhibasyuhi ♡

☆ Ruhi ☆

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Murmur, Cameron Barnett

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For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

- Walt Whitman