#grief-and-loss

[thepersonalwords]

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

Ranata Suzuki

[an-na-ko]

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[broken-hearted-lovers]

the aftermath of love and loss

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[corruptedtwinks]

wikipedia // mariecurie.org // booboo on medium // judas-redeemed // judas-redeemed // c.c aurel // trista mateer // ocean vuong // liz newman // donna ashworth

[martuzzio]

Legends never die, and as such, Jellie will continue to live on in Minecraft and within our hearts until the end of time. It was a pleasure to draw you, Jellie. Have fun playing in the stars.

[thepersonalwords]

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

Ranata Suzuki

[two-bees-poetry]

the daisies and the drowned

days 5 and 6: nowhere town, apokatastasis

[star-struck09]

I grieve the little things I did not get to say to you and the things I never will.

[inthedarktrees]

Watership Down (1978) dir. Martin Rosen

[dionysian-mystery]

Karin Jurick / Margaux Paul / Ocean Vuong / Art by Neil Axthelm / sarakleijn / Ryan O'Connell / Dinner Party by Luke Martineau / Clarice Lispector / The Rain Is Left Behind by Andrii Frolov / John Banville

[supernovasimplicity]

fearne choosing to go back to ligament manor, when before she was unknowingly kept there

dorian asking his parent's approval instead of taking it out of fear

chetney gaining control over himself and passing along his knowledge to others

ashton seeking answers instead of hiding from them

orym choosing to live his life to the fullest, balancing old and new responsibilities

laudna choosing a quiet life, when before she had isolation forced on her

imogen using her powers to help others and build new communities, instead of being shunned because of them

bells hells giving the gods a choice in their future

everyone getting to choose

[corruptedtwinks]

Webweave centered on photos I have on my personal pinterest board

DogBird | Madds Buckley // Inkskinned // Observations | Franz Wright // Sabrinagazali (?) // DogBird | Madds Buckley // Haruki Murakami // ? // Grace | Florence & The Machine // ryebreadgf // suntara // normal people bot //

[dissociativecollective]

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what should have been, what will not be, what I cannot save.

[thepersonalwords]

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.

Ranata Suzuki