#loss and sadness

[kampilangs]

La pasión - The Passion

by Cristina Peri Rossi (English translation by Diana Decker below)

Salimos del amor como de una catástrofe aérea.

Habíamos perdido la ropa los papeles a mí me faltaba un diente y a ti la noción del tiempo.

¿Era un año largo como un siglo o un siglo corto como un día?

Por los muebles por la casa despojos rotos: vasos fotos libros deshojados.

Éramos los sobrevivientes de un derrumbe de un volcán de las aguas arrebatadas.

Y nos despedimos con la vaga sensación de haber sobrevivido aunque no sabíamos para qué.

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We emerged from love as if from an aerial catastrophe.

We had lost our clothes our documents I was missing a tooth and you had lost track of time.

Was it a year as long as a century or a century as short as a day?

Among the furniture around the house broken rubble: glasses photos torn books.

We were survivors of a collapse of a volcano of raging waters.

And we parted with the vague feeling of having survived though we didn’t know what for.

[hopelessvalentines]

“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

….

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie made a super strange beep-screech when I picked him up, and I though “oh god, he’s got abdominal sensitivity, he’s ill,” but then I followed his line of sight and saw a large stick that I’d been inadvertently taking him away from.

so now he has his stick, and everything is fine

[x10x]

What hurts is the fact that you shared your soul with them just to be strangers again.

[moviesandmania]

GRIEVE (2023) Slow burn horror drama - trailer and release date

‘It’s coming for your soul’ Grieve is a 2023 American horror drama film about a mourning man who encounters an evil entity that feeds off sadness. Written and directed by Robbie Smith. The movie stars Paris Peterson and Danielle Keaton. Plot: Sam (Paris Peterson) has lost someone close to him, and life has become blurry and unrecognisable. When his mother suggests a relaxing getaway at her…

[poempoetryandmore]

i think i‘ll always love you

even if its just a little bit

ten years from now a piece of my heart will still beat for you

maybe its the curiosity of ,what if‘

or maybe its the emptiness speaking

but nomatter why,

i‘ll always love you

[soul-from-another-era]

My apologies, i didn't live up to your expectations.

[incognito-melancholia]

[reds-skull]

My mom named one of the street cats she feeds Tommy, so I thought to myself, "what if..."

[fic-over-cannon]

Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.

A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.

Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.

Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.

Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[unsentluvletters]

[zegalba]

Akkara Naktamna: In the Mood of Loss (2017)

[loveelizabeths]

unforgivable august.

love elizabeth s.

[feral-ballad]

Elena Ferrante, tr. by Ann Goldstein, from The Days of Abandonment

[Text ID: “I was afraid that the effort I had made not to lose myself had aged me.”]

[southern--downpour]

gl!ranboo doodle sheet bc i am actually going insane