snowlands:

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun
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snowlands:

“I’m not sure it is possible to articulate grief through language. You can say, I was so sad I thought my bones would collapse. I thought I would die. But language always falls short of the body when it comes to the intensity of corporeal experience. The best we can do is bring language in relationship to corporeal experience—bring words close to the body—as close as possible. Close enough to shatter them. Or close enough to knock a body out. To bring language close to the intensity of experiences like love or death or grief or pain is to push on the affect of language. Its sounds and grunts and ecstatic noises. The ritual sense of language. Or the cry.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water
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doubtsandloves:

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Otto Modersohn (German, 1865-1943) - Moortumpel with Reflection, 1896

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jellybeanium124:

I think it should take longer to make tv shows and movies. I think shooting days should be shorter. I think AD’s lives should be longer. I think we shouldn’t have to be in a goddamn rush all the time. I think we should have the time it takes to make good art. I think fans should wait even longer than they do and be happy that everyone who made the art is getting full nights of sleep.

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11-9n:

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Amy Hempel, Cloudland

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tenderheart444:

that james baldwin quote where he says, “it took many years of vomiting up all the filth i’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before i was able to walk on the earth as though i had a right to be here.”

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britomart:

and will you never cut the cloth, or drink the light to be? and can you never swear a year, to any one of we?

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deadithurts:

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

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metamorphesque:

text id: [ I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been.]ALT

— Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

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bettyrightnow:

anxiety is so weird like why is my mental illness in my stomach

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