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swimrrr:

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swimrrr:

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Grieving

themonsterwithintheshell:

I see now that I was grieving.
You didn’t die
To me, you did
You weren’t there anymore
You didn’t speak
You were… Gone
No you did not die
But to me, you were dead
And I killed you
It was my fault after all,
That you left
So I killed you
And I will never, not even now, get over that.

You’ll get over it…

It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

Jeanette Winterson (via finallyeventually)
sicklysatisfied:

silent crying | via Tumblr on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/102541936/via/dilem

sicklysatisfied:

silent crying | via Tumblr on We Heart It
http://weheartit.com/entry/102541936/via/dilem