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nostalgicfun · 2 months
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Littlest Pet Shop Petriplets 🌈
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swampgallows · 21 days
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i find a lot of deep cleaning/dehoarding videos very cathartic (midwest magic cleaning is a favorite) because i live in a hoarder house and while ive always had the fantasy of being able to dehoard it it's now evolved to Making Content about doing it to the point i could get a sponsorship from scrub daddy and they send me one of their tshirts for free because theyre so rave. this is my dream, an elaborate ruse for a free shirt. and maybe some free sponges because theyre actually pretty good
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succubusted · 1 month
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greetings from the "My Mom Is Dead" front, here's the current updates
she was putting everything off until the last minute before her surgery later in the week (the most on-brand thing for anyone in my family)
so we're still scrambling for any kind of legal shit
I am saving up money so I can, as soon as the worst of the legal fuckshit is done, fuckin bolt
we are dehoarding the house, which will give me excellent opportunity to start packing my stuff
as soon as I have fuckin bolted, I am disowning my brother and explicitly writing him out of all of my shit, he will not have a single word over any of my material, financial, or otherwise properties; he will not see a shred of anything remotely of value, material or sentimental, he can rot.
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the only way out is through, that’s why today i heroically started cleaning (to be precise - dehoarding. i don’t think that its the same bc dehoarding can leave th space looking much worse than it was before)
i woke up angry, shaking with rage, unable to function normally. i didn’t even  wash my face :/ and i did not eat anything normal except for a banana and an apple bc i was too pissed off at everything
but the cycle didn’t repeat today, i broke it by choosing cleaning. i shiuld have started it earlier :/ unfortunately i waited too long, when i was already unstabe
i didin’t write even a single word, but i made a huge progess (for me, visually there is barely any difference)
i feel normaler, for the first time since idk how many days.
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froggierboy · 2 years
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brain was spicy as fuck today but i got literally all of my work clothes and all of my pajamas/underwear/etc AND my sheets washed! dont ask where they are bc it's in the baskets still but they are clean :3 AND i dehoarded my bathroom and got out all the useless/expired/leaking products and garbage so my drawers are functional :3
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I feel so overwhelmed right now, dehoarding, grieving, trying to keep my knees from buckling under the stress and sadness, the loneliness.
Sometimes thinking about you is my only break. I think you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet. I show family you expecting the same cartoon overreaction I give. Because I think you’re art.
I also just want to get to know you well. I wanna just talk for hours, forever.
I wanna hold you when you need to be held. I wanna be around you. I wanna do dumb crafts and creative projects.
I wanna get to know your weird. You’re so weird. Which makes you even more interesting and attractive. There’s many onion layers.
I wanna tell cheesy dad jokes and hit on you like a thirsty fresh Prince from Bel Air.
I like you a bunch. Too much to fuck it up by saying anything too soon just because I realized after 16 years of friendship- I’m totally crushing. I wanna be in your life either way, but I’d really like the way that calls you my girl. You’re daddy. Zaddy. King, goddess of the damned.
So I gotta shout it into the void for now.
Nothing else really takes away any amount of pain from something like losing your mom, best friend, caretaker etc. But you do sometimes. I appreciates that about yous.
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sunsetmaiden · 23 days
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I was working on a dehoard today and definitely that's one of the hardest parts of working in supportive housing. The dumpster was completely full when I was finished hauling bags down. Literally an entire dumpster full.
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harleymonster · 11 months
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I think I have decided that I will help her declutter/dehoard? and get that storage unit empty so I can stop paying for it and then I am done. I am so angry.
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1ff · 6 years
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The dehoarding continues. I feel really good about the progress today- the tools are mostly all in the same place now, in the storage room, out of the way. The main studio room is opening up nicely. Every day, stuff leaves the studio as garbage, recycling, or donation. I’m accumulating a box of usable art supplies for donation- there’s a couple of non-profit art outreach spaces in town that could make use of stuff like this.
I haven’t let any visitors down into the studio lately, because I’m feeling a bit ashamed of it, but I’ve invited someone over tuesday afternoon and I think it’ll be okay by then.
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nostalgicfun · 1 day
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Dehoarding win of the day: gifted my two giga stuffed animals (a giant teddy and a giant dino) and a large-but-not-giant teddy to my friend's daughter and step daughter today. They're both eight and just SO whimsical. Watching them conduct the Very Serious Business of determining who got which stuffed animal restored my hp.
The big debate seemed to be whether whoever chose the giant teddy should get the little teddy too or not. Should the teddies stay together? Should the one who chose the dino get the medium teddy so they both had a teddy? The dino was cooler, though, so should whoever takes the teddy get the medium teddy too for compensation?
It was great to see stuffed animals I loved and coveted for years be given a new life outside of a dark guest room. Real Toy Story 3 vibes ❤️
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klowee · 7 years
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…rebecca rose is an angel and helped me pack this evening✨🙏
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mulderspice · 4 years
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How do u feel about the where is scullys desk dillema
obviously she should have one however whenever I picture that I can only picture the desks like shoved together face to face and I think that would be so fucking funny. like where else could it go
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nomchonks · 3 years
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matt is normally such a happy person that seeing him sad is so tough. and there's nothing i can say to make it better. so last night we watched Speed, which I'd never seen, and it was so dumb.
we spent the last two days getting started on dehoarding his mom's house. ive realized she's not actually a hoarder, she just buys too much stuff and no one in the house was well enough to clean. his dad was kind of a slob and worked long hours on chicken farms so he didn't do any cleaning when he was home.
it was so hard to move around in that living room, i dont know how his mom was doing it. things are a little better now but we didn't make much progress.
im furious at his sister. first, she and her husband were supposed to bring their truck to haul away garbage that is just sitting in the backyard, waiting to get rained on. instead, she brought her toddler and dropped her off and went to do errands.
but she is the reason the house is a fucking hoard. she hoarded her own home and is spreading it out among other people's homes. she uses her parents' home as a storage unit.
then she and her husband stayed too long
all we did today was clear out a coat closet. every single coat in there got donated and so we had a bunch of trash hangers and his mom was like "i like those hangers for hanging coats" but lady we just got rid of all of them!! and then his sister's husband was like "hm yeah they're good for coats" and then walked away and im trying to throw the hangers away and his mom is like "i think mike wants them" and im like no.
apparently i was being really nasty. i was just so mad at his sister. i dont blame his mom at all but i upset her and i didnt realize until matt pulled me aside. then he and his mom did a donation run and i calmed down and scrubbed out the closet so there would be at least one single clean place to put things. i apologized to her later and she said she was also being oversensitive but it's like no, ma'am, i was being a huge bitch... you're going through your husband's things on the one week anniversary of his death and im like GRRR it's so FILTHY in here
im really embarrassed. matt doesn't hold it against me although i would understand if he did.
anyway i wish i could spend longer out there, but i cant' take any time off because we're so understaffed at work. there was an open interview day on wednesday, im going to ask how that went when i go in today. it would be nice if we got some good new employees!!!
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cmeansches · 6 years
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And here I was thinking I was done 😭😭😭 #roomcleaning #decluttering #dehoarding (at Mangibin Residence)
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raspberryblasphemy · 5 years
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9/14/19
I had an incredibly vivid dream about my grandma. One of the most vivid that I think I’ve ever had since she died back in 2001 when I was 14 years old. It felt very real. Very meaningful.
In the dream I was with my mom and I think my sister. We went into this little consignment shop, and came to learn that it was run by my grandma (we called her Abuela or Abuela-Mom). In the dream we knew she had been dead for some time, but for some reason we didn’t question her presence.
I remember walking around the shop and I stumbled across a Native American black buckskin dress and moccasins that I recognized as my own. These aren’t pieces of regalia that are actually from the real world — my only regalia is a jingle dress I wore as a child, and it is still safely tucked away in my closet. In the dream I had given this buckskin dress away during one of my dehoarding phases, and upon seeing it in my abuela’s consignment shop I felt a great deal of sadness and loss. She was selling it for $80. I remember talking to my mom about it briefly, and then going up to Abuela and asking her if she’d be willing to go down $10 and sell it for $70 (I don’t understand why? Lol) she smiled at me and hugged me. When we pulled apart she smiled at me again and said, “so you finally grew up, huh?” That was the end of the dream.
I’m crying thinking about it. It took me a while, but I think I did finally grow up. Things are really changing for me.
It was just ... really a touching experience, even if it was just a dream. Even if it was just my subconscious recognizing the growth in myself ... hearing that from her was so meaningful. I love and miss you so much Abuela. ❤️
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