Glossy
there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.
“my child is fine” your child’s top love language is words of affirmation
robber: hey give me all ur money
me: how about i instead buy that gun off of u for all my money
robber: ok
robber:oh shit now ur gonna rob all ur money back
me:no im not a dick who robs people
roober: that hurt way more than any bullet would
I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.
“I wrote you poems about the ocean and you left me to drown in them.”— Mahin Ismail
Part of me wants to die tonight, Part of me wants it to be an accident, And part of me wants someone to notice and stop this feeling.
jumbled thoughts: you are all i think about
Margaret Atwood, from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986










