Are we numb yet?
the thing that is most painful is thinking about what you might be doing right now had you not died. most likely you would be in Vietnam with Meric and Logan. how is that even fair/possible. where are you now. for reals.
Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two →
This works for depression and also for grief. Which has its own timeline. And also never really goes away. Because some days you do get to experience hope and joy and beauty and love, and both a profound gratitude for those things and a profound gratitude for the beauty and love of the person whom you lost. And other days, you don’t. Other days you just have grief, and sadness, and...
I just feel really sad right now
I miss you
Virtually no signs of an internalized mourning. This is the fulfillment of...– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
Whether we will their return or not the dead keep coming back to us– via Elegy Elegy - Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics (via guernicamag)
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.– Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)
your 14 month anniversary
fruit tree, fruit tree no one knows you but the rain and the air don’t you worry, they’ll stand and stare when you’re gone. I have just written to request to write to Nick Drake’s sister.
Everyone is somebody’s baby.
Mourning: I’ve learned that it was immutable and sporadic: it does not wear...– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
Written to be remembered? Not to remind myself, but to oppose the laceration of...– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
I wake up You are my first or second or third thought and I feel sorrow. Because I miss you. Because you never got the chance to be the man you were becoming. Because you were beautiful because you were golden. Because I don’t know where you are. Because I would sacrifice everything I have to hear you voice one more time, see your smile, hug you. My brother. My perfect beautiful...
I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally subject to gusts of life– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
Poem: For All of Us Who Remember Mary
grief-observed: In remembering we try to put together what has fallen apart. We think back to what we could have, might have, should have done and weep. Our nights fill with if only as guilt and anger poke and creep about the room fusing with a sadness beyond words. - J
Forget about your lists and do what you can because that’s all you can do. Phone...– Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via shannonloveslove) This.
Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good...– Sarah Dessen (via grief-observed)
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: icharos asked:... →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: icharos asked: “I think you could make a living creating words to describe such deeply intimate sorrows. It would be like going to a doctor but instead of prescribing medication, you give the torment a name, and suddenly tangled emotions fall neatly into place and with that quiet word, you can…
Sing My Tune.: Divided. →
freakylyn: The thing is, death is all around us. Living things die everyday, big or small. Our skin cells die everyday, turning into dust, which we eventually clean and throw away, or is just accumulates and is forgotten and ignored. Our hair and nails are made up of dead cells. We style our hair and paint… Yes
You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not...– Laurell K. Hamilton (via cing-cangkeling11) No. Although I do have laughter and moments of peace and even happiness, I have never for a second missed him any less. I don’t think that sort of pain ever goes away.
We are grieving; we are not contagious. We are not sad all the time. We laugh,...– Jennifer Davis (via grief-observed)
You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone...– Jeanette Winterson (via grief-observed)
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you...– Jodi Picoult What about being a parent or a spouse? Your relationship does not end because the other person has died. (via grief-observed)
My Grief Observed.: Article: Grief is like →
grief-observed: Posted on Grief’s Journey To those who are grieving, grief has no definition. It is as unique as any of us and because of that, we all understand it differently. I liked the vastness of this list from Grief’s Journey because it shows that with each bullet point there is a different… Holy. Shit. This. (“How can I be a big sister if my little brother is...
I feel connected to a community, and my life has a sense of purpose. I am not filled with rage and I do not want to die every second of every day. Alternate version: I die so that you can come back to life.
You are the last thought in my mind before sleeping and the first thought in my mind upon waking, every day. The sorrow feels like it will kill me.
On the one hand, she wants everything, total mourning, its absolute (but then...– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets) Ugh.
You still die, but you come back for a little while every spring. Similar to Jesus, but without that nasty crucifixion nonsense, and we won’t make a religion out of it.
In these times, one cannot help but feel distant in San Francisco. The music...– Noise Pop 2013 | Article | Tiny Mix Tapes
There was an accident; the air locked, he was hung in the river like a heart....– Margaret Atwood, “Death of a Young Son by Drowning” fromThe Journals of Susanna Moodie (Don Mills, ON: Oxford University Press, 1969).
Death just offers stasis, absence, dissolving shadows.– Suddenly, They’re All Gone - NYTimes.com
Suddenly, They're All Gone - NYTimes.com →
This will be me. Without my brother to help me, to talk me through it, to lean on my shoulder and I to lean on his. They will grow older, I will nurse them through it, they will die. My husband is older than me, so he will likely die before I will. Then I will be alone.