bradburyshriver
A Stranger You Can Disengage
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“I know what it is to experience trauma, to live and breathe it every day. I know what it's like when grief embeds itself in your skin, rushes through your bloodstream. leaks out in your sweat. And I know what it's like to have people ask you to relive it, rehash it, until it feels like you're enduring every second of it all over again.” -Amy Suiter Clark
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“How quickly we make the ones we love into other.” -Melanie Gideon
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“We were a different species than those who were born [damaged] because we remembered a time when it wasn’t so. Whether the ability to remember would eventually drive us mad, I didn’t know.” -Melanie Gideon
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“A stranger named pain had moved into the house that was my body. It whispered that it had come to live with me forever.” -Melanie Gideon
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“Chronic pain, like undressing or going to the bathroom, is a private matter.” -Melanie Gideon
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“Memories are the safeguards we use to keep from making the same mistakes.” -Jodi Picoult
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“All of us are grieving something.
But while we are, we're putting one foot in front of the other. We're waking up to see another day. We're pushing through uncertainty, even if we can't yet see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We are battered and broken, but we're all small miracles.”
-Jodi Picoult
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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"’It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us,’ the passage goes, ‘but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable. Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone.’”
-Gabrielle Zevin
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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Your daily dose of cat memes
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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Tumblr staff: ten options is enough for polls, right? No one needs more than that on a regular basis. The average tumblr user: Hey guys which element of the periodic table do you think is the most fuckable?
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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You think the world would love you better without your holy edges, without your bleeding wounds and unsightly want. You think the world would love you better but it's just the world.
The grass is soft and holds the ants and parasites and wolves. The wind is gentle and topples mountains the same as it steals breathe. The ocean remembers you, the sea consumes. You are not so tall and not so new.
You think the world would love you better but the world has eaten as much as it's given. the world’s great beauty is a mirror and an indifference to all your burning parts. the Sun is graceful. the Sun is deadly.
We inherit tragedy from hunger but the world would love you better no more, no less, than it will bare you. And it will, and it will.
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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Just a friendly reminder that Ursula K Le Guin‘s daily schedule is goals.
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“It’s okay to be sad. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you feel like you’re falling apart.”
— Daniell Koepke
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bradburyshriver · 1 year ago
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“The roots of all living things are tied together. Deep in the ground of being, they tangle and embrace. If we look deeply, we find that we do not have a separate self-identity, a self that does not include sun and wind, earth and water, creatures and plants, and one another.”
— Joan Halifax
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