╰┈➤ ❝ Poetry is a given. ❞
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No more buzzing sweet are bees;
A saddened groan through naked trees.
Houses dim and noise begone,
Save for the radio's dying song.
@mkvx
I love the smell of autumn rain…
Grief is, in it's purest form, ever-lasting. You do not "stop" grieving, you merely stop doing it so much.
Grief, in it's purest form, is necessary, also. It is self-care. It is keeping you sane.
So. Grieve. Do so loudly, or quietly. Let it out, my friend.
The dark academia asthetic📈🧿
“You are worthy of concern, of happiness, of love.”
~ from one bored but stressed student to another
“Are people so unhappy when they love?”
“Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.”