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“Their grief is in proportion to their affection they know their loss to be irreparable”
-Jane Austen’s tombstone, Winchester Cathedral. (Epitaph written written in 1817 for legendary author Jane Austen by her brother James, in which he describes the grief of all who knew her).
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flimythings · 2 days
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dysphoresque · 3 days
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when trista mateer said 'I still wake up with things to tell you.' and when richard siken said ‘what more do you want? I make you pancakes, I take you hunting, I talk to you as if you’re really there.' and when joan didion said 'I remember thinking that I needed to discuss this with John.' [the nature of his death] and 'I am dropping my keys on the table inside the the door before I fully remember. There is no one to hear this news..There is no one to agree, disagree, talk back.' and when C.S. Lewis said 'i think i am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had [them] for their object. Now their target is gone.' and when fleabag said 'i don't know what to do with it, with all the love i have for her, i don't know where to put it now' and then Jamie Anderson tied it all up by saying 'Grief is just love with no place to go.' i think i need a moment.
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averyblackbooks · 2 days
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“And above all a great shame, not only at being me, but, simply, of being. Shame of living or dying. I will also be ashamed when I die.”
—Alejandra Pizarnik
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thefoxesraven · 2 days
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You Promised
All for the Game - Nora Sakavic
No Archive Warnings Apply, Seth Gordon, Seth Gordon's Brother, Jackson Gordon, Gordon Brother OC, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Anger, Brotherly Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt
Jackson Gordon is the youngest son out of seven, six years younger then the brother who actually took care of him and made him feel wanted. Six years younger then the brother who found him after he made one of the most stupid decisions he'd ever make. Six years younger then the brother that promised he'd get clean and stop doing drugs if he just got the help he needed for his mental health. Six years younger then the brother who broke the promise that got Jackson the help he needed and saved his life. It's what would of been Seth's 25th birthday. Jackson has a lot of anger and resentment for the brother that saved him and then threw his life away breaking a promise he clearly didn't actually care about.
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misscrazyfangirl321 · 7 months
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Thinking about... Grieving the undead.
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pimsri · 3 months
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I make art about grief again
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annakarenina · 7 months
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this comment on a tiktok where theyre crying because their dog isnt gonna live forever slaps
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spiderversegf · 3 months
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grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 10 months
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
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feral-ballad · 6 months
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Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza
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grendel-menz · 2 months
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In the dark, the deer mistook my headlights for stars
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reesestshirt · 4 months
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When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.
To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.
And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.
For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.
We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.
Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.
I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.
I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’
Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.
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averyblackbooks · 3 days
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petrichara · 5 months
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‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’
“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.
1- NASA: GOODS-South.
2- NASA: NGC 1850.
3- NASA: Iberian Peninsula.
4- Christopher Nolan: Interstellar.
5- NASA: From the Earth to the Moon.
6- Hannah La Folette Ryan: Subway Hands.
7- Adams Evans: Heart Nebula.
8- NASA: Exploring the Antennae.
9- NASA: Crescent Moon from the International Space Station.
10- Petrichara.
11- Getty Images.
12- NASA: SMACS 0723.
13- Reuters
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