It was supposed to be forever..
via weheartit
‘I took my grief down to the river to drown it there but it was the grief that carried me and it won’t be bringing me home.’
I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it's okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.
-- Callista Buchen, from Taking Care
It’s like my heart is screaming “I miss you. I miss you. Please come back.” And there’s nothing that I can do but listen to it scream in agony
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