grief love death hope loss growth rage whining endless endless whining

 

I have free floating anxiety today and I feel like weeping for no reason.

dreamside-vagabond:

ryanmatthewcohn:

Ryan Matthew’s Collection. Photo by Sergio Royzen.

Remains are not the same thing as what you were


No. They are not.

dreamside-vagabond:

ryanmatthewcohn:

Ryan Matthew’s Collection. Photo by Sergio Royzen.

Remains are not the same thing as what you were

No. They are not.

I feel terrible all the time.
Any time I start to enjoy myself, I think, of myself and whomever I’m with, “We’re all going to die.”
The only time I don’t feel terrible is when I’m at my job, because I always have too much to do there so I don’t have time to think about how I’m feeling.
The rest of the time, I can’t believe what my life has become.
I hate this city.
I hate this body.
I hate my inability to do anything other than lie around and feel sad when I’m not at work.

mooncalfe:

fan-comic turtle tots. their facial marks are now officially facepaint instead of natural markings. XD

This is cute. I would have sent this to Chris.

So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.

John Green  (via moonsads)

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