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#he is singing in the rain~~
flowergrenades · 5 months
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#gay people when it's time for Drama Club
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swordheld · 5 months
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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rb19 · 2 years
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princessfbi · 1 month
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What makes you think Ollie can sing?
Because the boy was cast as Sky in Guys and Dolls. Even in high school theatre you don’t just stick the pretty face as Sky Anderson. If he was the only boy in the program you wouldn’t pick Guys and Dolls at all!
Oliver has talked about how he did that when he was a kid and a girl told him that he was great even though he couldn’t sing which…. First of all rude.
Second of all we all know Oliver. That interaction keeps him up at night the same way I have to stare at a wall anytime I think about the one time I smacked a kiss on some random lady’s face when I thought she was my mom.
THIRD OF ALL IT WASNT HE COULDNT SING. IT’S THAT HE WAS FUCKING SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. HAVE YOU HEARD A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SING?!?!! They still squeak half the time! OLIVER IS IN HIS THIRTIES AND HIS VOICE STILL CRACKS.
Oliver can sing and this random girl ruined it for all of us and I will die on this hill.
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minecraftbookshelf · 29 days
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“I want to get a side piece.”
- Jimmy Solidarity ~ Minecraft SOS Episode 1
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wraithsoutlaws · 9 months
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the colors of your death are bright...
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karamazovanon · 6 months
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the brothers karamazov, fyodor dostoevsky (tr. mcduff) // strawberry blond, mitski
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felixxthefrog · 3 months
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sirius orion black would have been adele's biggest fan and remus would've been the one to put him on it
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hekateyo · 1 year
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no, I’m just saying, that since Joe can sing (very fucking well btw he’s got a voice of an angel) that it means Steve can sing. I don’t make the rules. This is something so personal to me.
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thetwelfthcrow · 4 months
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Is there anything this man can’t do? 😭
(1) lewis playing adele's someone like you on piano oh my god i love this it's so calming to watch <3
(2) lewis skydiving and doing tricks!!! this makes me wanna go skydiving it looks like so much fun. also damn, adrenaline junkie!
(3) lewis surfing yess surfing contenttt !! i love him in the wetsuit.
(4) playing piano and singing! ok woah hello.
(5) pipe, lewis' part yes pipe of course!
like generally speaking this is peak adhd energy. oh new hobby! i'm gonna be so good at it. oh new hobby! i'm gonna be so good at it. oh new hobby! i'm gonna be--
and this man has all the money in the world to afford his silly little hobbies like that's the dream.
anyway. true barbie energy. i absolutely love all this. thanks anon! <3
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plant-ago · 7 months
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Sitting out around the campfire on a late summer evening, singing old songs
@worldsbeyondpod
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shedontlovehuhself · 7 months
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10 year old Misha asking his mom to make him a purple baret because he watched and loved Purple Rain.🥺🥺💜
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valdorin · 30 days
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For those wondering how extensive his injuries are. To think he's in constant pain bc of the damaged nerves and muscle tissue, hence the "limited" mobility.
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p-h03n1-x · 1 month
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Xiao Zhan Studio Weibo update 2.23.2024 for Tod’s (part 1 of 2)
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girlysword · 7 months
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Can someone who has the ability to make gifs make a gif of James hamming up blushing by crossing his legs in One Killer Question, and then make another one of Donald O'Connor doing what I am pretty sure is the exact same movement during the Make 'Em Laugh song in Singing in the Rain.
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warlordfelwinter · 7 months
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"his favorite color is blood" aw that's rain's favorite color too. see, raphael, we should get along
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