drawing the curtains & going back to bed = awesome

Are we numb yet?

noreimerreason — Mon, 20 May 2013 00:25:40 -0400

Are we numb yet?

storytelling-artists: Kim Dorland

noreimerreason — Sun, 19 May 2013 22:19:25 -0400

storytelling-artists:

Kim Dorland

the thing that is most painful is thinking about what you might be doing right now had you not died....

noreimerreason — Sun, 19 May 2013 19:47:45 -0400

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

noreimerreason — Sun, 19 May 2013 18:09:20 -0400

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 emptiness. And that is just how it is.

I just feel really sad right now

noreimerreason — Sat, 18 May 2013 00:51:00 -0400

I just feel really sad right now

leahhorlick: remembering in gratitude, grief, and sweetness on...

noreimerreason — Wed, 08 May 2013 02:07:44 -0400

leahhorlick:

remembering in gratitude, grief, and sweetness on the third anniversary of your passing, braedon.

I miss you

noreimerreason — Wed, 08 May 2013 02:03:14 -0400

I miss you

"Virtually no signs of an internalized mourning. This is the fulfillment of absolute internalization...."

noreimerreason — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:24:31 -0400

“Virtually no signs of an internalized mourning.
This is the fulfillment of absolute internalization. All judicious societies, however, have prescribed and codified the externalization of mourning.
Uneasiness of ours insofar as it denies mourning.”

- Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)

"Whether we will their return or not the dead keep coming back to us"

noreimerreason — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 05:07:12 -0400

“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."

noreimerreason — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 04:36:07 -0400

“You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.”

- Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)

noreimerreason: I see you, brother.

noreimerreason — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 03:23:00 -0400

noreimerreason:

I see you, brother.

Audio

noreimerreason — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 03:16:17 -0400

your 14 month anniversary

noreimerreason — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 02:41:12 -0400

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.

noreimerreason — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:39:15 -0400

Everyone is somebody’s baby.

"Mourning: I’ve learned that it was immutable and sporadic: it does not wear away, because it is not..."

noreimerreason — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 04:41:14 -0400

“Mourning: I’ve learned that it was immutable and sporadic: it does not wear away, because it is not continuous.”

- Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)

"Written to be remembered? Not to remind myself, but to oppose the laceration of forgetting as it..."

noreimerreason — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 04:41:06 -0400

“Written to be remembered? Not to remind myself, but to oppose the laceration of forgetting as it reveals its absolute nature. The—prompt—”no trace remaining,” anywhere, in anyone.”

- Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)

frivolitystriumph: The Tallest Man On Earth - Love Is All

noreimerreason — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 03:01:15 -0400

frivolitystriumph:

The Tallest Man On Earth - Love Is All

yama-bato: Christine Willcocks three trees have fallen, 2 plate...

noreimerreason — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 02:44:28 -0400

yama-bato:

Christine Willcocks

three trees have fallen, 2 plate etching on handmade paper, 52cm x 54cm, 2011

http://www.christinewillcocks.com/

soundpony: Google Bikes, an unfinished post found in the...

noreimerreason — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 08:59:17 -0400

soundpony:

Google Bikes, an unfinished post found in the “drafts” from fall 2011.

O my broken heart

Every morning

noreimerreason — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 08:38:52 -0400

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 brilliant golden baby brother.
I still hold out a shard of hope that you will find some way to come back home to us. How can we carry on when you are gone, my wild one?