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As you get older, you really start to understand more about why people drink the night away, smoke their lungs black, or throw themselves off buildings.
(via boys-and-suicide)
No beautiful life will ever be fair trade for the loss of his life.
Megan Devine, refugeingrief.com (via survivingsiblingsuicide)
Grief is not depression; a griever is not depressed. Depression comes from not being able to grieve, which converts our losses into violence.
Martin Prechtel (via venuschild)
It’s funny how,
when you hear bad news
it feels like time itself has slowed down to
just
one
point.
and though your world has just shattered like a glass carelessly
pushed off the edge of a table,
you keep it together until you are alone.
You nod and assure, make sure everyone else is okay,
and when you are finally on your own,
free yourself from the confines you set
and let your mouth taste the salt of your tears.
or
you don’t realise you’re drowning
until you’re at the bottom of the ocean
your steps feeling heavy
and dragged
your brain working at half-time
your fingers scrabbling for purchase
on the soft sandy floor as it dawns on you
your lungs try to gulp in air
but it’s too late and your demise seems too near
so you close your eyes and hope
for someone to notice that you’re not okay.
and
even if you make it to the beach,
hungrily gasping for air after what seems like
centuries
your guilt still washes over you in waves
covering your toes, washing up further and further
as the tide draws near
and all would feel hopeless
if not for the ever growing knowledge
that the tide will draw back in time.
musings on grief [T.D] (via backtrackingyou)
When you’ve lived through the unexpected or out of order death of someone you love, your heart has, by definition, already been pushed too far. Your heart has been pushed beyond the limits of what most people, many people, will ever have to endure.
Megan Devine, refugeingrief.com (via survivingsiblingsuicide)
