what they donβt tell you about the pain of letting go of someone who you used to love, or at least you try and tell yourself that you donβt love them anymore.
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by @zol0fft
“i am surrounded by people and no one to talk to. i am a brown leaf in a pile of red and orange, unnoticed and untouched. but look closely and you will see the hints of color that i once was before i fell to the ground and lay there waiting for someone to pick me up and admire me only me and bring me along clutched softly in the palm of their hand.”
Some of my favourite requiem chasubles. We never see priests wearing anything like this anymore. Memento mori!
