grief. grief is not something that goes, or something that is replaced, its always there, an empty feeling niggling at your heart. grief is forcing yourself to get ready in the morning because life must go in, it’s crying silently on the bus wiping your running makeup from your face, it’s remembering the fun times the bad times and the times you will never share, it’s looking at videos and pictures that, at the time would have done nothing to you, but now is priceless, it’s staying in the same spot in your bed unable to move, its eating dinner at an empty table, it’s that cold feeling in your home that never seems to shake, it’s hugging a sock that smells like them. grief is denial, loneline...
grief. grief is not something that goes, or something that is replaced, its always there, an empty feeling niggling at your heart. grief is forcing yourself to get ready in the morning because life must go in, it’s crying silently on the bus wiping your running makeup from your face, it’s remembering the fun times the bad times and the times you will never share, it’s looking at videos and pictures that, at the time would have done nothing to you, but now is priceless, it’s staying in the same spot in your bed unable to move, its eating dinner at an empty table, it’s that cold feeling in your home that never seems to shake, it’s hugging a sock that smells like them. grief is denial, loneline...
it’s not as creative as other peoples, but i wanted to do an outfit where the dress is pretty and the shoes are pretty but all the items surrounding have nothing to do with the prettiest of the dress