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fromdarzaitoleeza · 10 months

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Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

Grief and love are interconnected

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doodle-bug81111 · 2 months

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#nostaligiacore #weirdcore #liminal #greif #sadcore #sad coquette #oddcore #backrooms aesthetic

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traumaxprincess · 5 months

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you can get this as a STICKER

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jojo-the-bird · 2 months

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darkpoetrynprose · 4 months

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“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson

#chaotic academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #dark academic aesthetic #darkacademic #grief #grunge aesthetic #grief poetry #dealing with grief #grief journal #grief/mourning #loss #grieving #greif #emotions #growing up #tw grief

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allykatsart · 8 months

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A candle to never be relit...

This is the beginning of the end. Cut before it's time. Only appropriate for a comic of death and mourning.... But I will save my thoughts for the end.

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#hollow knight #hollow knight comic #pale King #seer hk #hollow knight seer #mortal Radi au #mortal Radiance #my art #comic #artists on tumblr #greif #implied death #major character death

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hey-im-okay · 1 month

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What no one tells you about grief is how one moment you’re okay and the next you’re a rabid animal clawing at the walls, screaming, begging, pleading, to see them just one last time.

No one ever lets you.

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lord-hand-me-spoons · 5 months

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This was not how I wanted my life to be like. I don’t know if it is possible to mourn a life you never had, but that is exactly what I am doing. I also mourn the girl I used to be. Active, happy, full of life and full of dreams.

I miss being able to go for a run, I miss dancing, I miss being able to ride and spending hours at the stable. I miss being able to do anything really, without having to think about the consequences. Without having to calculate every singe thing I do, without having to think about how much pain and fatigue something would cause.

I used to have big plans and dreams about seeing the world and about doing musical theatre, now I just want to have the energy to live a somewhat normal life.

#chronic illness #chronically ill #ehlers danlos life #disability #ehlers danlos problems #ehlers danlos zebra #chronic pain #ehlers danlos syndrome #spoonie #spoonie life #greif

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flimythings · 6 days

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multiverselibrarian · 4 days

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Of Apocalypse Dogs and Grief

As someone who has been grieving the dog who saved my life and as an analytical nerd through and through, Fallout hit me deep.

Obviously Dogmeat (CXC404) is not the main focus of this series, but the Ghoul bonding with him was one of those dynamics that just made me sob. As a long time fan of science fiction/zombie media/apocalyptic media I’ve come to expect the cliche dog relationship. However, since the sudden death of my dog around a year ago, I’ve avoided some of my all time favorite movies to curb the hurt (I am Legend, for example). When this show came out, though, my excitement overshadowed that unspoken rule I had made for myself and I forgot my caution.

This slip up ultimately gifted me with so many wonderful memories to relive and also a reminder of one facet of grief I had yet to pay attention to.

For me personally, the most impactful scene of this topic was the brief clip of Dogmeat curling up on Cooper as he thought of his old dog, Rosevelt, from his past life.

“I’m sorry Dogmeat but you ain’t him.”

I could dive into how masterfully portrayed the Ghoul’s character is, and how the writing employed many interesting situations to show the audience his lasting humanity and vulnerability. Instead, I just miss my boy.

Because the Ghoul is right, nothing can compare to home. And that’s what my dog was to me: my home. It feels like I’ve been traversing my own wasteland without him ever since, which is disgustingly unfair because of all the zombie adventures I had imagined for the two of us.

I think a lot of my generation daydreams of the hypothetical post-apocalyptic world. Somehow it has become this fun future for when all the stress of our day-to-day catastrophes have boiled over and all we have left to do is breathe and survive the aftermath. It’s a genre that provides a lot of ironic comfort and commentary on what might drive us there.

I had always joked about what to do if zombies reigned or if bombs rained down, and my hypotheticals never left out my dog. I had always thought he’d be the finest apocalypse dog. A spunky mutt, athletic, protective and bonded to me above anyone else.

It would be me and him, cowboy and canine, against whatever may come.

That’s how we were in life, and so naturally that was how I saw us in this fictional future. It wasn’t the only future he joined me in. In fact, I had rarely pictured a near future without him. Then in the span of a couple hours he was gone. And I’ve been grappling with my own end of the world ever since.

I had been avoiding this trope like the plague as to not remind me of the futures I’d lost. But in Fallout, I found some odd closure. I could turn on the tv and see this adventure I had always wanted play out with some aspect of him waiting for me in it. I think, in small doses at least, this trope can help me after all.

So cheers to Fallout, a phenomenal world and story. And cheers to Dogmeat, who I see my own apocalypse dog in.