sadness weighs a thousand pounds

thehopefulquotes:

“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”

Unknown

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allsadnshit:

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“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

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regencyroaster:

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

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photografya-deactivated20230917:

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“i never forgotten anything about you.”

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lifeinpoetry:

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush

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greelin:

would be cool if every interaction did not feel like a test i am bound to fail👍

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westindianjawnn-deactivated2023:

1anonyymous1:

Being a person who feels things deeply is exhausting

and everyone calls you “sensitive”

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metamorphesque:

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  — Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[text ID: It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.]

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square-enix:

is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week

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