sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go âoh, I survive because I donât want to leave you yetâ and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.
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when i die, i'm coming right on back for you. who am i? an illusion.
hurricane (johnnie's theme) - lord huron
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christine - lucy dacus / i do - reneé rapp / good luck, babe! - chappell roan
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if i were fifteen i would do everything wrong again in a slightly different way
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shes just like me! (jk i dont eat rocks.... maybe)
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âyou should be at the clubâ Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health
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on sisters and soulmates
belle and sebastian, i don't love anyone | @scavenger-nightly | the mountain goats, hair match | suzanne collins, the hunger games | krystal sutherland, house of hollow | adrienne rich, sisters | holly warburton, sisters | tiktok comments | steven berkoff, the fall of the house of usher | conan gray, family line | radical face, always gold | sabrina sterling, bittersweet | the other boleyn girl (2008) | mitski, i guess
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i swear there was a image similar to this but i can't find it :( anyways this is what it feels like when you try to court shane
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In my anthropology class our special topic for the final project is death. And in that, of course, we have heavily discussed grief.
This woman, so lovely and lively and living with cancer. She has known loss time and time again. Of people, and passions, and places, and things. She has gone into detail about personal stories, and some of my peers have shared as well. Itâs such an interesting environment because thereâs 100-some of us in a huge lecture hall but it feels like a tiny and intimate conversation, talking about death. I sit next to my best friend near the front, both of us fighting tears as we hear the stories of others. Loss from years ago, loss that stung just weeks before. A sad topic, yes, but an important one. We talk about death in other cultures and how some see it as a celebration of life. Here, in North America, it is seen as a failure. It is almost taboo. We donât discuss the âcorrectâ way to grieve. Maybe there isnât one, it feels different for everyone. But she tells us that it wonât go away. Not to frighten us, but to remind us what it means. To grieve is to have loved.
She says that you wonât have to carry grief forever, but you wonât ever let it go. Eventually, like a toddler, it grows some legs and learns to walk by your side. You will hold onto its hand and feel it forever but you wonât have to carry it on your shoulders.
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