Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.
It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.
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ive been wanting to get into living what do you guys recommend for a beginner
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Boris At Last -Feedbacker- − Boris
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everything has meaning it came free with your fucking existence
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I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!! anyways
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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)
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Ok so… there’s this thing called listening to music and me and my girls well… we’ve gone pro
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it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.
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reimagining shame, on writing and being seen
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haha i like you. I’ll be growing on you like moss now if that’s alright
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I’m actually really fun once you get to know me (takes 3-4 years).
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being the token horror movie guy in the family is so hard. what do you mean you dont wanna watch the having a bad time movie? What? What do you mean its scary?
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“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
— Charles Bukowski.
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