Grief is like glitter spilt on carpet.

No matter how many times you vaccum, sweep and wash that carpet, glitter remains. Wedged in impossible to reach crevices, sticking to the bottom of your bare feet as you walk over it. You might not be able to see all the glitter but it’ll always be there. Grief will always be there no matter how hard you try to get rid of it. Eventually you learn to accept your glitter, you live with it for the rest of your life.

Grief is like glitter, its impossible to get rid of entirely, so you just put up with it. It gets easier to manage as it becomes less constant in your mind. But it’s always there. Forever.

Thinking of you dad ❤️

Elara chokes back a sob.

He… he is gone…

I forgive you, you did what you had to to survive your own feelings, so did I, I’ll always love you and hope you have a beautiful life.

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First post

This is my first post on Tumblr in a very long time. This page will be about my thoughts on my dad recently being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. I will try to keep it somewhat positive, and I want this to be a safe space for anyone going through a similar situation. I don’t quite know what my posts will look like yet, but it will most likely be a way to externally process my thoughts. Sending love to anyone reading this :)

The last Pianist

it is with grief that i cannot even begin to hold.
for 10 years i fought. i dragged. i cried and begged.
6 days ago, i was informed that my mother has lost her battle with Alcohol addiction. She is no longer in pain. but all these years..

she loved my stories. she always wanted to hear the music. i hope she hears them now.

We found my brother’s suicide note today. I don’t even know why I keep posting this. I guess it’s better than just sitting with it? No one really wants to hear this. It’s depressing. And no one wants to live it, trust me. I’m just hurting so badly. We went a month of feeling ‘normal’ and now this. And I’m not even mentioned in it. I’m barely there. I’m the person I thought he loved as much as I loved him and he didn’t even say anything about me. Gods. This feels like someone is ripping my heart out.

Life in general feels like it is taking a toll. Pressures from work. Starting a new job and a new chapter. Dealing with insecurities in myself. Mourning the passing of my grandfather. Grief truly never ends the amount of time that passes. Feeling mentally wore down. Alone with it all. I have not been myself in awhile. The feeling of aloneness. Of emptiness. Not being able to communicate it yo others how you want to. Just a great void.

grieving something you never had is a pain that isn’t talked about enough

Voices of the Firefighters

I was in ruins all day and night on Feb 28, 2026

The shock is not that you left.

It is how quickly you replaced the echo of my name.

You built a future on the ashes

while I was still burning.

I braced for the wound,

but not for the speed of it.

You fell in love like I was already gone.

Was I ever home to you,

or just somewhere you stayed until better weather?

How did you grow a new love so quickly?

Was I that easy to replace,

that light to erase?

I knew heartbreak had my name written on it,

but I did not know it would arrive this fast.

Tell me,

was I only a pause in your story,

while you found forever in someone else’s arms?

I expected the knife.

I did not expect you to twist it

and call it fate.

You loved someone else

before my fingerprints even faded from your skin.

What devastates me is not that you have moved on.

It is that you did it without hesitation.

Like I was not even a chapter.

Just a shadow that passed.

Nothing prepared me for how disposable I was.

Was I nothing but rehearsal?

No hesitation. No grief.

Just an upgrade.

Greif

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by Kingertadc

Dean is in denial of his feelings for Castiel. Castiel has already accepted his feelings for him. My first fic ever, criticism encouraged!

Words: 664, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Impala (Supernatural)

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Dean Winchester in Denial, Conversations in the Impala (Supernatural), Making Out in the Impala (Supernatural), Internalized Homophobia

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next month will mark a year you’ve been gone and i genuinely do not know how i’m going to process that:(

you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home. you’re never coming home.

I grip the counter staring into the mirror studying every feature of my face the way my once crooked nose is straighten after years of changing and reshaping to another over and over. I don’t even think I can remember what it used to look like anymore. My brother had broken it when we were children but as the years have passed of being others I can’t even remember how I once look. My eyes that came from my mother I can never get the shade right anymore. The crinkles that used to frame them long disappeared as I have changed my face a thousand times. It’s been so long I can no longer remember their faces years of distance and lose have blurred my memories. I watch as the face of a stranger sobs for me. I know the face is my own but I know it’s not. Not the one my father said remember him of my mother. Not the one that, my mother would sing to, the one my brother would laugh with. I shoulders tremble as I turn away. I hold myself tightly as I rack my memories trying to remember who I once was. The way my mother used to look when she held me, I can’t remember their faces anymore. I sob harder for the family that thought they had buried their daughter. I wanted nothing more than to see them.

i feel like im grieving the person that they once were, now their dead, i don’t recognize this person anymore, they are gone and it feels like they are gone for good, where are they?

WELL TELL ME ABOUT THE WAY SHE LOOKED THE WAY SHE ACTED THE COLOR OF HER HAIR, HER VOICE WAS SOFT AND COOL HER EYES WERE CLEAR AND BRIGHT BUT SHES NOT THEREEEEEEE -The Zombies (i love making this reference if you can’t tell)

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I miss you nate.

Sometimes I hate my brain and other times I love it. I love being able to recall his voice, his smell and his smile. Two years gone and I will miss you so much Opa but at least you didn’t live to see what this world has become.

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I met someone with your name today.

He radiated the sort of obnoxious poshness I can’t stand, he had that energy and life that can only come with wealth. He overflowed with it, hoarding his very existence like a dragon, gold sparkling in the air and shredding my lungs as I breathe it in.

I hate him for it. 

For his opulence. For the flakes of precious metal that he takes for granted. For the bright sapphire of his eyes, freshly polished by the sunlight. The ruby of his cheeks. The bronze of his hair. The molten silver of his laugh. The whispered garnet of his tapping foot.

I am emerald with jealousy. For you. 

Because I will never see the autumn leaves of your hair again. I will never look into your forget-me-not eyes. I will never hear the pattering rainfall of your tapping foot. The rose garden of your cheeks. The ivy of your laugh that so easily wrapped itself around my brain. The glowing sunset of your smile.

I met someone with your name today. 

He reminded me of you.