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thepeacefulgarden · 22 hours ago
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morggo · a day ago
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Five of Cups (album cover art)
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lamaery · 16 hours ago
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Cosmere Inktober – 5 flame
I wasn’t really sure what to do about this one and in the end went for the flame as a source of light and warmth when everything feels cold and numb.  This is a rather hasty rendition of the scene. But I hope to give it another try in the future. This one needs a comic page.  ------------------- [image description: digital painting of Steris comforting a grieving Wax in front of a fireplace. The picture is very dark, purple shadows, that only light coming from the bright flame behind a iron-wrought lattice. Wax sits to the left in an armchair just staring straight ahead with a disconsolate expression on his face. His hands are gripping the armrests. Steris sits next to him on an ottoman, her left hand softly placed on his arm.]
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geminihurt · a day ago
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Whumptober 2022 | Day 04
Dead on your feet | Waking up disoriented
"If we're painting the whole picture, you look like shit"
The Defenders 07 | Matt Murdock - Charlie Cox
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westerosiladies · 2 days ago
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becherdireinen · 6 hours ago
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„I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.“
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horror-lesbians · 23 hours ago
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Last Night in Soho (2021), Edgar Wright//War of the Foxes, Richard Siken//Perfect Blue (1997), Satoshi Kon//Siren, Sunmi//The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi//Chorus, Saul Williams//A Nice Quiet Place, F. Scott Fitzgerald//Black Swan (2010), Darren Aronofsky//silllllllllllll.da on instagram//Organs, Of Monsters and Men//La Femme de trente ans, Honoré de Balzac//Holly Warburton
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random-fandom-whump · 15 hours ago
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Whumptober Day 5: Blood Loss ↳ Lucifer S05E15
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eternal--return · a day ago
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Trude Fleischmann · Grief, Sculptural Study of a Viennese Dancer (Model Claire Bauroff) (1924)
"O sacred sorrow! he who knows not thee Knows not the best emotion of the heart"
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dramoor · 2 days ago
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"When you love with all you have, you grieve with all you are."
~Unknown
(Image via Pinterest)
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wolfyoucanttame · 2 days ago
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You love October most of all, how there is no word for so much splendor.
- Eric Gamalinda,from 'the opposite of nostalgia'
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thepeacefulgarden · a day ago
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virginiewoolf · a month ago
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
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cerleansky · 4 months ago
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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deadithurts · 10 months ago
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andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”
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funnytwittertweets · 3 days ago
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dionysian-mystery · a month ago
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