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sugurusmoon · 4 days

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I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus

When her body was found (hey ya)

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief

That drove him underground (hey ya)

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee

That made him turn around (hey ya)

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness

In Eurydice

Imagine being loved by me

Lyrics taken from “Talk” by Hozier

Art from the anime Jujutsu Kaisen

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dreamy-conceit · 5 months

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He had only one sweater and two t-shirts, and they were torn at the neck because he would play ponies with my daughter and let her ride on his back and use his clothing as reins. So he walked around with his beautiful things ruined and he never thought twice about it and he never told her to stop.

— Michelle Williams on her friend, actor Jeremy Strong, who supported Williams after the death of her co-parent Heath Ledger (E! Online, 11 May, 2022)

#quotes #jeremy strong #succession #michelle williams #heath ledger #anti materialism #anti consumerism #love and grief

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kryptoniteandcatnip · 2 months

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Love and grief can exist at the same time 🖤

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #love and grief #they can coexist #hozier addiction #omg this man #unreal unearth #hozier addict #unreal unearth tour #interview #Instagram

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burberrycanary · 1 month

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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

An expression crosses Bucky’s face like a shadow, tightly controlled and gone fast. But he rolls his head to the side, looking over at Steve, calm and steady, worn by life and changed so much but still here, by this small fire and lit with the unsteady golden glow, under these too many stars.

“Everywhere I go,” Bucky says, “the past is this pit. But I’ve got to keep it behind me, because if I don’t, I’ll fall in. And someday I’m not going to have the strength to crawl back out. So it’s got to stay behind me, Steve—the big nothing right at the back of my feet.”

Steve stares at his walking-around miracle brought back to him by so much carnage and wretched injustice he’ll never be able to set right, not in all his remaining days.

Because here’s the truth: he’s never once caught Bucky and every time he’s ended up following, he’s been too late to save him from all this suffering—the war, the future, and the long fall into the cold that came in between.

Honesty is all he has to give, which may just be adding to the burdens of a man doomed to carry a terrible load he can’t put down.

But maybe there’s something in the old paradox: the weight that makes you feel lighter.

Maybe that’s what loving someone is.

Read Chapter 46 on AO3

Only one more chapter to go—I'm almost done with this! Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic, @booksandabeer and @zenaidamacrouras1 🥰

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pigeonheadsmumblngs · 3 months

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I broke open

And weeds spilled out

From the places

Flowers once grew.

So much dust

Filled my mouth

I spat mud

Upon my shoes.

I broke open

with a visceral scream

I thought to be your name.

A garbled sort of fucked up sound

That cracked the sky

And brought the rain.

Vines of sadness

tied me up,

My own crucifixion.

Looking down upon the world

I didn’t want to live in.

I broke open

Everything laid bare.

You had died and my grief

Left me hanging there.

I broke open

Like the sky

During a hurricane.

I broke open,

I bled out

And never loved the same.

~pigeon head~

January 2024

#writtenconsiderations #writerscreed #spilledink #writeblrcafe #smittenbypoetry #poeticstories #originalpoetry #poetry #poetwhispers #bitsofstarglow #grief/mourning #grief poetry #love and grief #griefsucks #grief poem #coping with grief

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joselandsallee · 5 months

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You made sure I knew you accepted me. I remember when I first told you I was weird. Your response was “You’re not weird.” Three simple words yet they meant the world to me. Thank you for never judging me, and for always loving me as I am. I miss you always. 💔🥺

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zeewhatiwrote · 2 years

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Can you write something about losing your grandpa, and being overwhelmed by grief? I feel like I’m losing myself ever since I lost him.

My Grandmother Sends Her Regards And Apologises - Fredrick Backman // Second Chance Summer - Morgan Matson // XxX // My Grandmother Sends Her Regards And Apologises - Fredrick Backman // Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides // Spirit Hold- Holly Warburton // Ayesha Tariq // Fortesa Latifi // It's Okay That You're Not Okay - Megan Devine // Loss - Hilda Doolittle

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averwonders · 2 years

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To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. And that's it. That's all.

Owen Sharma, The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) dir. Mike Flanagan

Our Dining Table by Mita Ori

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Henri J.M. Nouwen

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The Wind Rises (2013) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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Love Run (Intro) by The Amazing Devil

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Things You Save In A Fire by Katherine Center

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Quora

From The Japanese (The Triumph of Achilles, 1985) by Louise Glück

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John Green [Vlog Comment & Tumblr post]

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Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton

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starpeace & serialghost

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"It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."

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gyrrakavian · 10 months

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"The culmination of love is grief. And yet we love despite the inevitable. We open out hearts to it.... To grieve deeply is to have loved fully."

— Faye, God of War Ragnarok

#gow ragnorak #faye #gow #god of war ragnarok #the lines in these last two games #love and grief #love #grief

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religion-in-humanity · 2 months

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I found out recently that my great grandma, who was cremated, also has a headstone next to her sister's up on the reservation.

I've never seen it, I didn't even know it existed until I googled her name to be sad over her obituary, but it's. . . . . . nice.

The rez is so far away that, when I was a kid, we were only able to visit it once. Once, in 10 years, that my grandma was able to visit her surviving siblings and nieces and nephews and cousins. Once, in 10 years, when she got to see her home again.

I'm glad that, in some small way, she's back there, alongside her family. I think she would've been happy with that.

#love and grief #i have followers on this blog now #what an odd thing to realize that this won't just be me crying into the void

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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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sugurusmoon · 1 month

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Conversations with my dead beloved

Him: “Would you have peeled an orange for me?”

Me: “Are you seriously asking me that? After everything?

I would have peeled a pomegranate for you.

Fuck, I would have swallowed the seeds whole and followed you straight into hell, the juices on my lips staining yours with my kiss.”

Him: (sighing) “You’re utterly hopeless, you know that, right?”

Me: “I’m not the one who is dead.”

Him: “You’re the one still talking to me 5 years later. Your romanticism knows no limits.”

Me: “Neither does my love…”

Him: “I know…I am the one who’s dead.”

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thedoorsofmyheart · 2 years

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“We don’t move on. We hold that place in our hearts, we close it off, we lock the door, we visit from time to time, but we don’t move on. Even after we say goodbye.”

- Jemma Simmons on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. written by Maurissa “Mo” Tancharoen Whedon

#agents of shield quotes #favorites #love and grief #love and loss #beautifully written #feelings put into words #art says it better than I could #a. daisy essential

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renee-writer · 1 year

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A Falling Star

A/N Written for the February prompts: hope and burst

“Why do we wish on a falling star?” The little girl asks.

“I don’t know. What do you think?” her daddy answered. They lay on the beach, looking up at the brilliance of the night sky. The burst of light that signaled the death of the star, is fading now.

“It is a death.” She solemnly says, this little girl who knows so much about it.

“Yes, but there is beauty in it.” He sighs as he sees to explain. She isn’t asking about the stars death. “I know it is horrible from our vantage point down here. There is beauty in the stopping of pain. Brilliance in the perfect peace of heaven.”

“God coulda just stopped her pain here.” Her arms cross over her chest.

“Yes. Instead he chose to take her home. It hurts us.” Another sigh. “Look up. The stars that fall are dying but, we don’t see any death pangs. We see only the beauty. Down here, we feel the pain of mommy ‘s passing. Up there, there is only beauty. Maybe that is why we wish on falling stars. It is a reminder that down here we hope on His promises but up there, we know they are true.”

Her bitterness turns to tears. “I just miss her so much!”

He gather’s her close. “Me too my darling. Me too.”

Intense grief shows intense love.

#my writing #february prompts #hope #burst #writers write prompt #a Falling Star #love and grief

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burberrycanary · 1 month

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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

Bucky is leaning against the driver’s door of the confused-about-itself SUV Jeep, looking slim and tall in those tight dark clothes he likes that draw so much attention to his wide shoulders, his arms, his narrow hips and his long legs—the gorgeous elegant proportions in his frame—while not quite concealing that he is inescapably and unwillingly a hard, dangerous man.

In the late morning light, his eyes pull more gray than blue.

My complicated guy, thinks Steve, leaning against the side of the car beside Bucky and close enough that their elbows knock together companionably.

“So,” Bucky asks, glancing over and shifting just enough that their arms press together with a light, steady touch. “What’s next?”

And isn’t that the question?

Read the final chapter on AO3

A special round of applause for my wonderful betas @village-skeptic, @booksandabeer and @zenaidamacrouras1, who stuck with me through this sprawling epic of a story! 🥰💛😘

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pigeonheadsmumblngs · 1 year

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LETTING GO

I threw my heart out

to the sea,

the words I never can say.

The secrets I keep deep inside

carried on the wind today.

If the ocean can carry words

than maybe you can know,

I opened up my mouth,

and I let all of it go.

In a whisper and a cry

with a tear upon my face,

all of it flew out…

I left not a trace.

It’s lived in a pocket

deep inside my heart,

it’s beaten me down,

and it’s torn me apart.

I sent it to you

with love and with a sigh,

then I turned away,

and I told you goodbye.

~pigeon head~

4.23.2023

#poetwhispers #writeblrcafe #writerscreed #originalpoetry #poeticstories #spilledink #poetry #smittenbypoetry #bitsofstarglow #pigeonheadsmumblings #the ocean #letting go #goodbye #griefbringers #griefsucks #love and grief #grief poetry

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