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there’s something strange about the headAche that follows a good cry. it lingers. an aching reminder that the tEars were real. that the sadness was deep. the thrObbing in my temPles feels like a weight. but also a strange clarity. when everything seems blurred and raw. the mind is sharp in a way it’s neVer been before. it’s as though the heart and tHe mind have found a rhythm together. a rhythm that only comes with the quiet aftermath of pain.
it’s during this vulnerability - when tHe world feels heavy and silent that creativity flows best. when sadness wears away the surface - the soul has space to create without barriers. there’s honesty in it, a kind of bruTal truth that can only emerge from the deepest emotions. the ache. thouGh painful. clears the path for something new to emErge. it’s almost as if the sorrow is the soil for growth, and from it, idEas sprout and twist.
but i kNow that this isn’t forever. the headache will fade, and with it, the weight of tears. what once felt overWhelming will soften. moments are just the prelude to something better. the clouds will break. there will be space for the light to return.
Feb 22, 2025
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there’s a straNge kind of beauty in this sadness. not tHe kind anyone would wish for, but the kind that makes you rEalize you’re alive in the deepest way. it’s raw — and somewhere beneath it, i admire myself for feeling it. for not turning away. for staying soft, even as something inSide me breaks.
it’s not freeing. it’s not relief. it just is. this matters. this was real.
i feel everything, and though it weiGhs me down, there’s a strAnge moment where i see myself clearly in the sorrOw. so alive in my sadness. so real.
May 25, 2025
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if you cant lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and let it out to al green and otis redding and etta james and all the other beautiful things you used to send back and forth and listen to together, then what’s the point? to be human is to hurt so so good, isn’t it? you know that it comes and goes in waves, so may as well let the tide wash over you while it’s in. what youre crying over doesnt exist anymore but isn‘t it at least a little glorious to have the memory of love? to know that you were once lucky enough for someone to feel that way about you? and to know that the one thing about love is that it always always comes back around, sooner or later? be ready for it when it does! one day listening to soul will make you cry in a good way again
Feb 5, 2024
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In German, Weltschmerz-literally “world-pain”-is that melancholic realization that the world, with all its flaws, suffering, and brokenness, falls painfully short of how we feel it should be. It’s not just personal sadness, it’s more like an intellectual reckoning with the gap between reality and its potential beauty.
Right now, the world’s on fire (literally and figuratively), and Weltschmerz captures the vibe perfectly. Think of it as a big, collective sigh-beautifully sad, hopelessly existential, but also oddly comforting, like listening to a Lana Del Rey song. Or the 2012 tumblr era.
When I was a teenager, I’d feel down out of nowhere-like a weird, weighty sadness without a clear cause. My mom would look at me and say, “Ahhh, Weltschmerz,” like it explained everything. And honestly? It kind of did. It wasn’t about a bad grade or drama with friends. It was just there, this intangible ache tied to something bigger, like feeling the weight of the world without knowing why.
the twist is: Weltschmerz, rooted in Romanticism, isn’t entirely hopeless. Yeah, it aches, but it’s the kind of ache that inspires. Great art, big ideas, it all comes from that mix of sadness and longing for something better. So yeah, Weltschmerz might be beautifully tragic, but it’s also a quiet relief, like sighing out everything heavy and feeling a little more connected, a little more human!
Jan 12, 2025
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i often just want to paint real quick. intending to just dabble a bit. before i know it. i’m deep into the painting. completely absorbed. i might think - that’s enough for today. but then i notice a small corner that needs attention. and suddenly. two more hours have flown by. it’s like time doesn’t exist when i’m in that zone. leaving the studio feels almost surreal. as if i’m stepping back into reality from another world. i have this with absolutely nothing else
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