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marigoldhospital · 10 months
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I just....love the idea of Peter walking on water being about grief and faith. It's such a beautiful take.
Because when you experience grief you are yelling about how much faith you have, screaming with rage about it because how could this happen when you have been so faithful?
And then you see the darkness and the sadness and the pain, just like how Peter saw the waves and the wind, and you cry out for the Lord because you're scared he's not there
Andd just when you think you're going to drown, He is there and has been all along and you never want to let go.
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samxcamargo · 8 months
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Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛
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minettas-ploy · 3 months
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witherbee · 3 months
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over the last 11 years i’ve come to almost numb myself when telling people my dad is dead. people don’t know what to say. they get uncomfortable. i feel bad that me sharing this fact about my life makes them uncomfortable. i almost forget that it’s sad information because i try to move past the interaction as quickly as possible. and besides, i can’t get Sad every time i have to share this fact with someone. but today my coworker made me feel so seen. her genuine reaction to my loss made me remember that others can, in fact, see my grief. i am grateful for it. and i am grateful to others who trust me to hold their grief. i cherish your sharing.
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The poems and platitudes of wiser men. Musings on sadness and loss... Studied and memorised...and meaningless in the moment.
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mylittlepond · 28 days
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"A time to get and a time to lose," Jessica thought. "A time to keep and a time to cast away; a time for love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace"
She brushed the tears coursing down her cheeks, thought: What a stupid waste of the body's water! But she knew this thought for what it was-the attempt to retreat from grief into anger. Leto, my Leto she thought. What terrible things we do to those we love!
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chaoticfoxsworld · 1 year
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Francis Forever by Mitski // From Chatterbox, 1913 // A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda // Picture by chaoticfoxsworld // Real Estate by Adam Melchor // Ornamental grave statue in Highgate Cemetery London // Pigeon by Cavetown
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justtogetthrough · 24 days
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There’s no option for results or not taking a position.
Reblog for sample size.
Reblog so you can check the results if you’re curious.
If you have negative things to say about suicide or suicide notes kindly keep it to yourself. Mature discussions only.
Let’s talk about it.
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prosebyday · 6 months
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Grief is a lifeboat I am safe but all alone lost in the ocean, seeking shore. I am hungry, weak running out of sustenance soon. I am thirsty, my throat is dry I cannot drink the salt water. Clustered in a computer lab, we started our lecture on Grief & Loss. My grief is a row behind, 2 seats to the left if he was a knight he could advance, attack. He has armor, sure, not of shining steel, just the façade he hides behind. Grief is a storm rolling in overhead. I can't always feel the rain pouring but I know it's coming. It's not always dark and cloudy but storm clouds linger. It's the numbness but threat of agony. He knows no code of chivalry but still lingers back to open doors for me trying to keep my pace down the hall, the stairs. Today was the first time he spoke to me since I drove off in a storm, sobbing, hoping my windshield wipers would work. I'd rather leave and sit on the side of the road than let him keep me another night, telling me it's not safe to drive. Grief is an open wound I clean and bandage it, try to keep the dressing dry I thought it was healing but it's bleeding, oozing. Rip off the bandaid it'll only hurt for a second clean and dress the wound. Don't let infection set in.
My grief, your loss // Grazia Curcuru
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samxcamargo · 9 months
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Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛
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minettas-ploy · 3 months
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"With his tropically torrid, thunderously locomotive “In the Aeroplane Over the Sea”, Jeff Mangum grabbed together this nostalgia and this grief as one great and terrible prayer and inscribed it deep in the heart of indie rock, and we are all still healing."
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badastronaut27 · 1 year
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Trigger warnings in the tags
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kisses-from-crows · 6 months
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Smoke Signals // for J. and P.
by - kisses-from-crows
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marigoldhospital · 6 months
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