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“You are worthy of concern, of happiness, of love.”

~ from one bored but stressed student to another

No more buzzing sweet are bees;

A saddened groan through naked trees.

Houses dim and noise begone,

Save for the radio's dying song.

I love the smell of autumn rain…

The dark academia asthetic📈🧿

“Are people so unhappy when they love?”

“Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.”

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.