OMFG. COULD IT BE THE MOMENT. THE MUSTACHE IS LEAVING FOR GOOD!!!
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My aunt on my mom's side, her sister, passed today after she had a stroke a month ago.
I loved her, but wasn't extremely close, but visited my mom to just be there.
My mom seemed aloof, and said:
"She couldn't really talk, but I told her she needed to recover so we could get some long island iced teas.
I thought I had more time."
It's sobering to hear, so I'm going to eat my feelings, and go hold my Stan plush tight into the night, and keep checking on my mom.
There's not much anyone can do. I'm just rambling somewhere I know won't have immediate family prying, and I can get my thoughts out. Just keep my mom in your thoughts through the night. She's the only one left in her family, and just shook. I don't know what more I can do but listen.
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"you want that good life
we've got a shortcut
so come inside and have a look"
[ID: digital drawing, shayfer james fanart
It shows him waist up, loking at us. he is standing behind some sort of white desk and leaning on it with his right elbow. He has his left hand put on mixer with dollars and blood in it. His other hand is holding glass of blood. He is smiling with blood visible in his mouth. He has grey hat, red shirt and a microphone attached to his head. There is old television hanging in the top right corner with distorted text that says "good life" and staticky bacground. There is distorted speech bubble coming from him with the text "there is nothing you can hide". The bacground is red.
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Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself
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at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life
at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation
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we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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