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starwarsgrl77 · 2 days

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#love #loss #grief #grieving #trauma #christianity #faith #god #jesus #integrity

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texaschainsawmascara · 5 hours

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Iva Luliashi, It's invisible and you can't smell it, 2016, oil on canvas

#iva luliashi #art #painting #drawing #illustration #oil on canvas #oil painting #longing #yearning #love #grief #grieving #illustrations #paintings #drawings

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legacyofthedamneddsaf · 1 day

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For Peter, mwah! :D

#ask #legacy of the damned #dsaf #//#“what abt his wife. why didnt he mention her”#grief

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whatididtomakeitbetter · 2 days

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the radio has been playing songs about you all day.

it convinces me, perhaps foolishly, that the universe is screaming back.

i'm always listening.

#web weaves #web weaving #heartache #loss #regret #heartbreak #on heartbreak #web weave #emotional #solitude #memories #grief

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thepeacefulgarden · 5 hours

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#healing #recovery #trauma #grief #you will be okay #eventually #the only way out is through #self compassion #mental health

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serratedpens · 5 hours

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Didi Jackson, "The World As It Was"

#grief #whole poems #death #reading this tore something #lanced right through me #dissolved marrow #etc.

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positivelyqueer · 2 days

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trying to remember that there has been grief for longer than there have been humans. that I am never alone in it. that I have never once been alone in it. that I feel so much because I have been blessed with a life full of so much love. trying sincerely and truely to believe this.

#Grief #Love

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chaotic-orphan · 2 days

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Noble Consequences

“You see now?” Villain yelled across the street, a building levelled behind them. Smoke and dust partially obscuring them from moment to fleeting moment. They were panting, twin trails of blood making lines down one side of their face. They stepped forward, or more, limped forward, their usually pristine coat in tatters.

Superhero watched them move, only very distantly aware of the sirens in the distance and the chaos on the street. Unlike Villain they were frozen in place, looking at the place behind Villain, at the rubble, at— at Hero’s apartment block. Their mind couldn’t comprehend that fact. It wouldn’t let them, certain that their brain would crumble as quickly as the bricks and foundation of the apartment block did. Destroyed right in front of their eyes.

“You can’t save them,” Villain screamed, still hobbling over to Superhero’s statue-like form. “They don’t care about you, or me, or anybody or anything!”

Superhero’s mouth opened, as if to reply, but any words escaped them. Surely… surely Hero wasn’t home at the time, surely… they were alright. Somewhere else. Far from here, having coffee or dinner or something. Something normal, living people did.

Villain was in front of Superhero, grabbing their shirt in both hands and shaking them. “Supervillain is a monster,” Villain howled, voice broken and filled with heartache and fury and pain. Superhero’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, struggling to work properly. “Look at what your kindness did! Look at where your second chances got us! Hero is dead because of you.”

“No,” Superhero mumbled, the words clogging their throat as they shook their head. “No… no, no, no, no. Hero is… Hero’s not—”

“We have to kill them, Superhero.”

Superhero tore their gaze from the rubble to Villain in front of them. “W—what?”

“We have to kill Supervillain, or they won’t stop.”

Superhero bristled, putting a hand over Villain’s and pulling them off, stepping back and their legs buckled and hit the floor. “No… no, no. No, no,” Superhero repeated, like a fucking tape stuck on loop.

Villain dropped to their knees with Superhero, supporting them as they fell. Thick wet tears rolled quickly down Superhero’s face as the first firetruck pulled up onto the scene.

Villain grabbed Superhero’s face, tilting it to face Villain again. “We have to kill them, Superhero. Promise me.”

Superhero didn’t respond.

Villain shook their head again and screamed in a guttural, heartbroken voice: “promise me you won’t stand in my way. For Hero… they…”

A sob ripped from Villain’s throat cut them off and once they started, Villain couldn’t get them to stop. Their grip on Superhero loosened as they fell forwards, loud, pained cries of agony wracking their body as they wept.

Superhero wrapped their arms around Villain and let them cry on their shoulder, holding them tightly, like Hero would’ve if they—

Superhero blinked, and sniffed and said: “okay, Villain. We do it your way.”

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great-and-small · 16 days

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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

#I think almost anyone in medicine will understand this #to absent friends!#gallows humor is a very human way to cope #death #grief #dark humor #illness

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 3 months

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#grief #relatable #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 7 months

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Thinking about... Grieving the undead.

#i speak #this sounds like a vampire or zombie post but it isn't #grief #technically 'grieving the not dead' would be more accurate but i like the sound of undead better

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pimsri · 4 months

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I make art about grief again

#particularly about fear of forgetting a loved one #like their face their voice #fear of time erasing all of that #pimsriart2024 #pimsriart #comic #i guess?#grief

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annakarenina · 8 months

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this comment on a tiktok where theyre crying because their dog isnt gonna live forever slaps

#dont borrow grief from later in life…… thank u doctor #lext #grief

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spiderversegf · 4 months

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grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

#🍜#SCARY!!!!!!!!#grief #🦠

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 11 months

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