#resilience in loss

[fyeahdprian]

[Transformation] dprian IG Story

dprian Instagram Story November 22, 2024

Ian liked and posted to his story a wildernessofman reel about transformation.

Is your pain sacred? ⤵️ What if the pain you carry is the beginning of something sacred? Transformation rarely feels gentle. It’s a tearing, a breaking, a loss of everything you thought was solid. But in that breaking, space is made. The self you’ve clung to begins to fade, and something truer, something eternal, stirs awake. Trust the breaking. It’s the soil where rebirth begins. What has pain taught you about becoming? Reminder that even in the breaking, there is growth. @wildernessofman

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[bypatia]

When A Thousand Splendid Suns said like compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman; and when it said, a man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you; and when it said, I will follow you to the ends of the world; when it said it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk; when it said And I wrote you. Volumes. Volumes; and when it said but the game involves only male names. Because, if it's a girl, Laila has already named her; when it said One last time, Mariam did as she was told; and when it-

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

Remember 🍁

Better Days Are To Come.🍁

[glennriley49]

Through the Storms

We began as fireworks in the night,

Lighting shadows with a dazzling sight.

Each word, sweet honey on the tongue,

Moments cherished, songs unsung.

But as twilight stretched, we lost our way,

Whispers sharpened, turned to fray.

When sparks grew dim, and warmth withdrew,

Lonely winds of silence blew.

Are we ready for the storms ahead,

The stinging rain, the paths we dread?

Love’s no tale of endless cheer,

It’s both the laughter and the tear.

Through deserts vast, forests deep,

We’ll seek the home our hearts would keep.

To touch that distant, sunlit shore,

We face the storm, endure once more.

Insecurity, a silent shade,

Jealousy, a thief well-played.

When joy falters, silence reigns,

Drowning echoes, unvoiced pains.

Promises once carved in gold,

Now crack under the strain they hold.

Yet still I rise, to fight, to mend,

To brave what’s broken, to defend.

Are we ready for the storms to come,

When voices falter, hearts go numb?

Love’s no tale spun from ease,

It’s the tempest and the breeze.

Through barren sands, tangled trees,

We’ll chase our hope, though on our knees.

To reach that paradise unknown,

We face the storm, and face it alone.

Each scar a testament, each tear a verse,

In pain we grow, for better or worse.

When arms entwine, when blame recedes,

We find the strength our story needs.

Let’s sit, let’s speak, and dare to trust,

For love demands, not gold but dust.

If we desire to watch it bloom,

We must brave the storm, clear the gloom.

Are we ready for the storms we fear,

The bitter truths, the falling tear?

Love’s no fable, dressed in light,

It’s the daybreak and the night.

Through paths unknown, we’ll chart our course,

Through doubt, through hope, through pure remorse.

To find the peace, the dream reborn,

We stand together, weather-worn.

Take my hand, through torrents fierce,

Hearts as armor, words to pierce.

Nothing treasured comes with ease,

But it's worth the fight, through storm, through peace.

Are we ready, battle-bound,

For love that bends but stays profound?

Through every high and every low,

This love, our anchor, will only grow.

@raceyrhymes @samcrosfaith

@ladyeckland28 @solesofwonder

[heart-songs]

You have summer blood in your veins, don’t you?

You’ve outlasted the slow burn of chlorine skies and citronella sun. You kiss like a sudden storm—full, open-mouthed, reckless, leave the days hotter than before they met you. You have a heart, vast and roaring as the ocean. Listen…

Nothing goes by more unnoticed than revolution. The saltwater, the sandcastles, the unkempt hours— you braved them all with the ache of empty hands, shucked open your ribs and spilled a luster of pearls.

Who says you can’t spin departure into something just as beautiful? Take your body to the shore. Let the waves carry you to bluer waters.

If all else fails, give the ocean back her salt. She knows what to do with it.

- Cora Finch

[luxaofhesperides]

How am I to tell stories about life — Without becoming the eccentric Sámi Making jokes at my own expense — How I am to explain to them that the ruin is in my voice

Ædnan by Linnea Axelsson, trans. Saskia Vogel / Portrait of a young woman. The artist's sister Anna Hammershøi by Vilhelm Hammershoi (1885) / The Tempest by Peder Balke (1862)

[stheresya]

""men should be covered in their own blood while women should be covered in other people's blood"" <---- deeply boring and unserious take. blood is blood and it looks sexy regardless to whom it belongs to.

[mumblingsage]

The thing with blood donation is that people who follow this blog know I had one of the Worser Case Experiences with my first blood donation (going out on a limb I'd guess well over 60% of blood donors do not have a vein close up and almost faint when they need to get the needle out and stick a new one in the other arm!) and in under 10 minutes I was Fine. I humblebragged about it, swapped needle-fainting experiences with my sister, and got snacks. To imagine your own blood donation experience would have a worse outcome than mine would be to posit I am an especially resilient individual, which...I dunno if I'd give myself that credit.

[namitha]

In the words of Kafka, the sentiment that anything we hold dear is prone to slipping from our grasp resonates deeply. The truth of his observation is undeniable: the things we cherish most are often ephemeral, destined to fade away. Yet, within this paradox lies a glimmer of hope. Love, a force that defies reason and transcends boundaries, possesses an innate resilience. It may elude us in its familiar form, slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. But as time unfolds its intricate tapestry, love has a way of reemerging, transformed and reimagined. It manifests anew, a testament to its enduring nature. Kafka's insight serves as a poignant reminder that the cycle of loss and rediscovery is an intrinsic facet of the human experience, an enigmatic dance between vulnerability and resurgence.

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[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[stimtickle]

Halloween ended. Quincy Jones & Tony Todd died. And America lost its soul (and sanity). All in the span of a week. Goddamn you have to be strong to put up with all the nonstop loss life has to offer.

[slowandsweet]

The hand within your hand Finally letting go The end within the end Finally letting go

Vintage Culture, Fideles - Fallen Leaf feat. Be No Rain

[michaelgburns]

Coping with Loss: Finding Your Melody Again

Explore the journey of healing and resuming life after experiencing a significant loss. Learn how to compose a new life melody that respects your past and welcomes your future.

[howdoesone]

How does one convince an Olm that it’s okay to come out and see the light?

Introduction to the Olm: The Mysterious Cave Dweller The Olm, also known as the “human fish,” is an enigmatic amphibian that resides in the dark, underwater caves of the Dinaric Alps in Europe. With its pale, almost translucent skin and ability to thrive in complete darkness, the Olm is a fascinating creature of the deep. Its eyes are underdeveloped, a testament to its life in perpetual…

[smilepaint]

i hate fatphobia i hate fatphobia i hate fatphobia!!!! "i don't hate fat people! it's about health-" ok, so it's about health? cool so i lost quite a bit of weight i didn't want or need to lose as a result of a health condition i've just had surgery to fix. i want to gain around 20 pounds because i feel uncomfortable, weakened, and unhealthy at this weight. why then, if not becayse fatphobia is a virulent HATRED of even the IDEA of fat bodies, can i not find any info on how to GAIN weight healthily???? why, when i actively search for this, am i met with page after page of private webpages and medical information sites alike volunteering metric fuck tons of weight LOSS tips, how NOT to gain weight after this proceedure, why i should actually LOSE weight instead??? because the institution of fatphobia would PREFER that i am sick, tired, cold, and SKINNY than if i gained even a single, healthy pound of fucking fat.

[yesistolethisurl]

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