#and she died a couple years ago

[bottom-slut-unionizer]

I was asking about that. It's OK to feel some type of loss from losing a family member. Have you ever kept in touch with him?

Honestly not really. He was kinds in an on n off state, but was mostly in a hospital. Doctors figured he wouldn't live this long but he did. Guess I got good survin genes

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

[britneyshakespeare]

Also I never knew that there was even a single color photograph of my grandparents' wedding in 1952. I've only ever seen the ones in black and white. Don't they look beautiful? Didn't I just come from the most gorgeous people?

[angelstrawbabie420]

i legitimately do not know how i have persisted under all this grief and i fear i won’t be able to for much longer

[flowersandfashion]

In Memoriam A.H.H. [V] by Alfred Tennyson

[thenighttrain]

?!?!?!

[stonesandswords]

lmfao my nana’s second husband is so funny, love the man

[identitty-dickruption]

saying that having executive dysfunction is different from physically not being able to do something is not downplaying the difficulties of executive dysfunction. it’s just saying the truth; the issues are different

executive dysfunction can be hard to manage. it can prevent you from being able to hold down a job or engage with your hobbies or maintain relationships. but when it comes down to it, someone with executive dysfunction will be able to do the things once they find the right coping mechanisms for them (which can be a difficult challenge in and of itself, I don’t deny that)

but someone who physically can’t do something just can’t do it, and the accommodations they’re going to need will be different. often it’s a physical accessibility issue or a support issue. those aren’t things that someone can just solve for themselves. I can’t bring an elevator with me if a place only has stairs. my friends with support workers can’t use timers on their phones to remind them to eat if nobody’s there to help them physically eat

they’re just different physical realities. executive dysfunction is difficult, but it’s not the same as a complete and constant inability to do a task

[youremyonlyhope]

Grief is fun... such fun...

[crazy-fruit]

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[petrodragonicapocalypse]

this article about the animation team behind the scenes creating the mechanical bull sequence from Bunny and the Bull (2009) is so fascinating. i'm in awe of the talent and hard work put in by the creative team behind this incredible little film. it makes the final result even more magical and transcendent for me. i love practical effects and i love art

[lightasthesun]

who's your safe place? that one person you know will love you no matter what even when you fear others may stop loving you?

[silverbirching]

As the new owner of the Fables IP I hereby declare everything that happened in the comic after the Empire got taken down to be non-canon.

Oh and Jack of Fables? Never happened.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

[bogfroggy]

working on being not extremely depressed even though today was a tough day. take a look at the two most important women in my life

[gaytobymeres]

writing an email in response to a very kind garden historian who has sent me so much information, and im paranoid that 1) i cant write well or clearly, 2) that im writing an email that is so long and boring, and 3) i just feel it might be unnessecary. or maybe im making unjust claims (except im not really claiming anything im just saying 'theres evidence that points to x instead of y') but ive never properly studied history or researched like this so i do feel a bit out of my depth

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.