#what a gentle song...

[everglowstardust]

ひとりきりのふたり (feat. ヒグチアイ) (Two Lonely People)

English Translation:

Is living scary?

Is every day painful?

Even though you aren’t alone, you feel like you are

Does it make you anxious

When a call doesn’t go through?

Wherever you go, it’s like you’re out of your depth

If you cry, you’ll be found out

But if you laugh, you can hide it

I understand that strength

I’m sorry for taking advantage of it

A single, earnest smile

Is surely a message from the future

The words I tell you are always

The words I want to hear the most

Is living scary?

Is everyday painful?

A phone that doesn’t ring brings loneliness with it

You can’t solve it

You can’t really delete it

But even still, we were born under the same star

call me call you

Your voice, my voice

call me call you

Even if it’s one sided

call me call you

In my ears, deep in my heart

call me call you

I can hear you, it’s alright

A single, earnest smile

Is a never-changing message

That small complaint you let slip is always

By my side, smiling for me

Is living scary?

Is everyday painful?

You probably haven’t forgiven yourself

I want to give you a hug

I want to give you courage

I’m just like you, all by myself

But even so, we were born under the same star

Romaji Lyrics:

ikiru no ga kowai kai

mainichi ga tsurai kai

hitori janai no ni hitori ni omoeru yo na

tsunagaranai denwa ni

kokoro asetteinai kai

doko ni itatte kengai mitai da

naitereba barechau kara

warattereba kakuseru deshou

wakatteru yo sono tsuyosa ni

amaeteru gomen ne

isshou kenmei tekitoo ni

kitto mirai kara no messeeji

kimi ni tsutaeta kotoba wa itsudatte

boku ga ichiban iwaretai kotoba

ikiru no ga kowai kai

mainichi ga tsurai kai

naranai denwa ga kodoku wo tsuretekuru

kaiketsu wa dekinai

keshitari nanka dekinai

sore demo bokura wa onaji hoshi ni umareta

call me call you

kimi no koe boku no koe

call me call you

ippou utsuukou da to shite mo

call me call you

mimi no naka mune no oku

call me call you

kikoeteru daijoubu

isshou kenmei tekitoo ni

zutto kawaranai messeeji

kimi ga koboshita yowane wa itsudatte

boku no tonari hohoende kureteru

ikiru no ga kowai kai

mainichi ga tsurai kai

yurusenain daro jibun no koto ga

dakishimete agetai

kowagaranai de agetai

kimi ni yoku nita boku wa hitorikiri

sore demo bokura wa onaji hoshi ni umareta

[junodoom]

retouched an old songxiao sketch of mine 😌

[sweetsouldhavernas]

'Cause here I am, I'm going back on everything I said when I didn't know what I had to lose

[jakeperalta]

one thing about taylor swift is she will have you going "god these lyrics 😭🥺🙌😪" and "god these lyrics 😬🤨🫣" in the same song

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm sorry I let down my guard.

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[rocketbirdie]

just a little bit further now...!

[actuallyitsstar]

our past is a foreign country, our neighborhoods have changed. i was the fool who got l u c k y. you were the fool who flew s t r a i g h t. (insp).

[pyrepostings]

imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

[kita98]

Elain doesn't like gardening with enchanted gloves because she wants to feel mother nature in her hands. She wants to garden gently. The only time you could catch her being rough with plants is if she's already having a bad day and after sweet talking them, the plants still don't do what she wants them to do. So she takes whatever the earth gives her, thorns and all. Giving back a bit of life with some droplets of her blood in exchange of a semblance of control, even if it's only for a brief moment. Grounding herself. Looking for clarity, some peace and quiet.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[hungharrington]

so in case u forgot touch tank by quinnie was indeed written about steve harrington

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

Golden feathers touch the ground

He tears his hair, 'Who made this mess?'

[schnaf]

22 days until hyeongjun's 22nd birthday

day 22 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - hyeongjun's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

bonus: 🤫

[utilitycaster]

I want to hear your thoughts about Orym and Ashton's latest conversation, if you don't mind. Ugh, I can't find the post, but you wrote something along the lines of Orym often wanting to move on from things too fast, to gloss over problems that BH actually need to sit and process over. Him telling Ashton to "not spend time grappling with their demons bcs he needs their hands free to fight" sounds just like it and as sweet as that forehead kiss was, the rest of the talk feels like a soldier pep talk (which very in character).

I do think that's kind of what Ashton needed to hear, though.

So I have to disagree that it's what Ashton needed to hear; I think it's absolutely what Ashton doesn't need to hear. I think this post of mine is relevant.

The thing that got through to Ashton previously was Chetney essentially saying "if you can't keep your shit together enough not to hurt other people, you should leave," but Chetney, notably, still grapples with his demons, or at least his werewolf, concurrently with working with the group.

Again, the thing with Orym is that he is dealing with loneliness and grief, and distracting himself from those by focusing on a mission actually is pretty productive, because Will is irrevocably gone and will not come back so dwelling on that will only hurt. But Ashton does, in fact, need to wake up every morning and say "I see you, self-loathing, and you're going to be there and I'm not going to do stupid things simply because I don't like myself" but that is, in my opinion, an ongoing grappling with demons. Ashton needs to be told "we care about you, and don't fuck it up" but probably should not be told that they need to be there to fight. Again thinking about Chetney as sort of an opposing approach to Orym, but the "hey, if you want out, you can talk to me" and "you're here, that's a start" is far more important than, as you said, the soldier pep talk. Obviously Ashton should not be made to self-flagellate - truly, one cannot self-flagellate one's self out of self-loathing - but "you're allowed to have your demons along with you so long as you do not give into the worst of them" is a much better message than "push that down for now, we need you to fight." A soldier pep talk is not the right approach.

[xxthefairywitchxx]

All those empty rooms We could have been anywhere, anywhere else Instead, I made a bed with apathy My heart knew the weight Ten years worth of dust and neglect We made our peace with weariness and let it be

[izloveshorses]

it’s so beautiful to me that what triggers anya’s memory of her past isn’t some big national secret or something inherently tied to the politics of her family or even her social class, it’s just a simple sensory detail of sitting in a carriage on a hot day and catching sight of a boy running after them