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Truly heartbreaking.

Spot on. Gorgeous description.

There’s a reason we say people cling to each other for dear life. It happens when they’re desperate, in need of comfort, looking for a little human contact to override the hurt they’re feeling inside. Needing support is like oxygen. You can’t breathe, can’t think straight because your mind is running through hundreds of thoughts and you have no idea what to believe. It’s nice to have something, someone, there as a shoulder, a body to comfort your own. It’s intimate, in a way that isn’t too revealing, that doesn’t minimise what you’re going through. It’s peaceful, despite the electrical charges shooting through you as you face the truth, as you grasp, clutch at the one person who can understand you better than anybody else, who can share your grief. You need someone to cry with, and love with that heart of yours that feels like it’s breaking into a thousand pieces. You need comfort, and peace, and a little help to get through the pain. You claw at them to make sure they never leave. You wrap your fingers around the arms that hold you tight, keep you safe. You lean on them, rely upon their own heartbreak to match yours. You need them, love them, find yourself unable to think straight unless they hold you, unless they grip you right back, fingers into your skin and breath against your own. You breathe out, gasp, maybe sob and weep until you no longer feel the sting. You live, within the comfort of the arms of your other half, of your missing piece, of the only person who can truly feel the same way you do in that moment. You lean, you search for comfort in the arms that wrap around you, that hold you so tight that you feel like you might explode. You cling to them for dear life, because you’re not sure that you’ll survive if you don’t. You love, you live, and you cry for those who won’t.

Did anyone else try to imagine that the flirty scene between Minnick and Arizona in the elevator last night was instead Jackson and April? 👇 this Japril: Come back to us! Please?

Utterly heartbroken

I have no words yet...

“Y’all have no idea how much work we both put into telling these stories authentically for you. The late nights in parking lots and stages and texts with our amazing writers, the run throughs, rehearsals and rewrites. The patience, joy, frustration and tears. You didn’t always love us. Some things take time, effort and trust. #Japril will last forever for a reason. #ThankYouSarahDrew” - Jesse Williams

Hey if you’re recovering from anything at all and trying to heal from something that hurt you, I support you 100% and I think you’re pretty brave. I don’t care about what you’re recovering from, how you’re doing it, the time it takes you to do it, or the people you surround yourself with in this process. Don’t let others shame you into thinking your recovery is somehow lesser or not worth it. Don’t let others shame you for being in recovery in the first place. Healing is so fucking hard and the people who are belittling you and your story simply don’t understand your struggle. Forget them. Focus on you. You’ve got this. 

I have looked at you in a million different ways

                                    and I have loved you in each and everyone of them. (insp.)

Awesome post! Love it! This is my blind mythical beast, Iris.

The Mythical Beasts of the Mythical Beasts!

Hello friends! So I’m absolutely obsessed with animals and wanna see yours as well! Let’s share pictures of all of our “mythical beasts”!

Here are mine: cats: Penny (white and grey), Lilly (brown tabby), and Nacho (orange tabby) dog: Alfredo (shih tzu/poodle mix)