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thebibliosphere · 26 days
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Grief is so fucked. One minute, you're bopping along to your tunes as you load the dishwasher at one in the morning, and the next, you're crouched down on the kitchen floor, hand still on the closed dishwasher drawer, sobbing to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls because it dredged up some core foundational memory you'd somehow forgotten about and then you're just fine.
Like wow, golly, that was weird. Anyway... ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ…
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gaypirateslife4me · 2 months
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Though we may never see it, I take great comfort in the fact that somewhere out there exists a beautiful universe where a happily married Stede & Ed Bonnet are tangled up in one another in their well-used bed trading kisses and words of affirmation and love.
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existennialmemes · 6 months
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Feeling stressed? Overwhelmed by the fickle whims of this Reality? Searching for solutions?
Have you tried…
💥 Going Apeshit 💥
Guaranteed* to Fix Your Life!
*Results are not at all guaranteed. Significant risk of jail, injury, social ruin, miscellaneous catastrophes, insomnia, and/or uncontrollable sobbing may occur
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tundrakatiebean · 25 days
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Huge thanks to Artful Ashes for these glass orbs. This is just mine but we got others. The white streak is my mom’s ashes. My mom (and really that whole side of the family) loves a tchotchke, trinket, bauble, whatever you want to call it so it felt appropriate to have one of my mom. I picked one with a purple stripe because she had a purple streak in her hair when she died. She took my suggestion for the color even though purple wasn’t her favorite it always looked nice on her. There’s a lot of other stuff to work through around her death for me, but this is a nice little thing to remind me that she did still care about my opinion, even near the end.
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milfzatannaz · 19 days
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I’m tired of composing emails to my professors along the lines of “pls be gentle with me i am barely functioning”. I never turn in things late, I always put my all into my assignments but lately. Everything has been so hard. 5 days of straight and abject misery honestly. Today was a Good Day because I got dressed, put on makeup and cooked TWO meals. Yet I can barely fucking handle 3 essays and so much reading. I’m TIRED!!!!! IM SAD!!!!!!!!!
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herrandomwritings · 2 months
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Grief
Grief is the heaviest coat I own
She is fur lined and intimiate
painful to wear
She doesn't match any outfit
I cling to this coat
although she is new
she is familiar
My legs will grow strong carrying this coat
I know I will never get to take it off.
Not a single day will go by where I don't wear this coat.
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qvietspvce · 4 days
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you've got to find something. anything. you're not going to find it in christ or crossfit. so pour all this pain out onto paper. white knuckle it around your fifth cigarette of the day before it's even 9am. sleep until 4pm to avoid the cravingcravingcraving that sings. purge yourself of the poison and wonder if being dead would be better. it has to be better. anything must be better than this. god fuck. how could you do this to yourself? so much potential laying on the bathroom floor. if you listen closely in a silent room you can hear the crinkle of foil. it's a ghost that haunts. a spectre of your younger years. a voice that croons why not? just one more won't hurt. temptation and fear battle endlessly. five years. half a decade. but one fuck up and it's gone. back to square one. day one. hi, my name's parker and i'm an addict. what a fucking mess you've made this time. how can we trust you? we love you but we can't help you this time. c'mon mate get your head screwed on straight. self depreciation isn't sexy, parker. i love you but i don't like who you are any more. we're sorry but we're terminating your employment effectively immediately in line with our gross misconduct policy, please contact julie at hr for further details. have you spoken to turningpoint? would you like some resources? i can see on your notes that you have a history of substance abuse, can you tell me more? questions questions. concerned looks. dark circles. pinprick pupils. no no please fuck no i'll try harder this time. i'll be better this time. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. five years and the guilt grinds. five years. one step at a time.
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lulifelog · 5 days
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4.28.24 🌙💜
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hi, i bought a pack of cards a few weeks ago and decided that i would write meaningful quotes on each card, things that stuck with me somehow, and then i came across this words that Binnie said back in 2022 and they have a lot of meaning to me.
also, even if you're not an Aroha, you should listen to 'Fly' if you feel like you need some hope in your daily life or just need to feel relaxed and have good feelings about something. i feel so glad Jinwoo decided to release this song, it's such a beautiful tribute to our dear Binnie.
don't forget that no matter how much time passes, your grief is YOUR grief, and you shouldn't put a expiration date to it 🤍
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I think on some deep level I'm convinced I'm not fully human on a psychological level, that I can portray one in a superficially satisfactory manner but each detail that is carefully examined is a bit off somehow.
This is probably related to how during my early teens I was called weird, strange and other unflattering synonims; I'm still not so sure which was the cause and which was the consequence.
I have only weak evidence in favour of this: low empathy and social skills and a complete indifference to dancing and live music. Like, I did my share of soul searching (I've been told a lot that I was just repressing my desire to dance or whatever) and dancing at the club still feels like nothing more than an arbitrary set of movements, they literally feel no different than flailing my arms around. I realize it sounds stupid to attach such significance to dancing at the club, but it seems to be such a standard thing people my age do and I derive no feelings at all from it.
I'm fairly certain this is a mostly irrational belief, the evidence in favour of it is not strong enough to justify how true this belief feels, it's more consistent with constant indoctrination by a set of callous teens than it is with confidence in my ability to understand myself through reason.
Even if there is some grain of truth to "I'm different to other humans in a way that makes it hard to satisfy my social needs", there is not much I can do about it except working to make the illusion of humanity more convincing.
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7outerelements · 3 months
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I think of my dog every time I count to four.
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lux-scriptum · 3 months
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Don't be fooled. I'm so focused on Cadoc's birthday and determined to celebrate it with such ferocity because I'm deflecting SO hard
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lifeonkylesfarm · 1 year
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I don't know a single person who has gotten over their grief. I don't think it's really possible. It's not that it stays so horribly debilitating forever, it dulls, but it's still there. My mother's dog Zelda died 40+ years ago. She isn't over it. She isn't over the death of our cat Poody, who died in April 2013. I'm not over it either, and I remember the day in precise detail, as if it were yesterday. Her father, my grandfather, died 14 years ago. Neither of us are over that. My cousin's son died a few years ago. I don't think that grief will ever leave her. My paternal grandma's father (my great grandfather) died in the early 70s. She isn't over it. She still has dreams about his death and about him being here. I still dream most days about my cat who died 7 years ago. My great aunts still reminisce about my other paternal great grandfather, who, coincidentally, died the same year as the other. The people we love never leave our minds. I think we simply have to learn to live with it, to accept it. It's hard.
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gaypirateslife4me · 2 months
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"Seventy Years of Sleep #4" - Nikka Ursula
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existennialmemes · 6 months
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Me: I'm tired of the anger. Please, just stop being angry
My Brain: Ok, but you know that means we have to actually deal with the grief, hopelessness, and other feelings of despair that the anger is masking
Me: ...
Me: Nevermind, let's get in fights on social media
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tundrakatiebean · 25 days
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Friends, I am facing The Woes™️ I’m gonna explain why under the cut. TW for death/grief talk
Why did I feel like I needed to put a read more? Dunno but I did.
Ok for new folks my mom died on the first day of 2023 after a very long battle with alcoholism. Which like dealing with an alcoholic bad enough that it ends up killing them is A Lot in and of itself which makes/made it hard to actually process stuff for a long time.
But we got my mom cremated and I was kind of the only person who had ever talked with my mom about what we wanted to have happen after we died so I kind of ended up making all the decisions about her remains. Which is fine but also feels like a lot of responsibility? But I decided I wanted a little blown glass memento that had some of her ashes in it and then my dad decided to get a set for other family members (her mom, brother etc). I found a company who did it whose work I liked so we ordered those to get done and they happened to be done on her birthday. Which the company didn’t know it just happened that way, but weird coincidence. Mine is supposed to arrive here tomorrow and I AM gonna have a breakdown about it. For some reason this little bauble finally made stuff sink in a way that hadn’t happened before. When I decided what engraving I wanted on it I had a long sob about it in a way I hadn’t before.
But yeah that’s gonna be a thing so watch out I guess. I’ll probably post it here and say some stuff about it. But I’ll tag everything with grief posting.
At some point we’ll be bringing the rest of her ashes to my gramma’s house where we’ll scatter them where her dad’s were scattered. Which is gonna be a whole nother thing.
I also like don’t know where I’m gonna keep it yet. I want it to be in my studio eventually but that’s not set up yet so I dunno what to do yet. I kind of want to keep it with my stream set up but I dunno if that’s too weird or is gonna make me feel weird or something. Much to think about not enough brain power to do it.
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milfzatannaz · 19 days
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Our town had a little art walk tonight and I got to stroll around with Basil’s friends and offer hugs but I’m alone again and I can feel the tears coming on bc god. Basil was 19. And now his friends are organizing and staging a protest Monday but. We’re just kids. We want to be able to mourn and now we have to be activists.
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