#i’m going to cry myself to death

[rusa-dulgokrakaa]

I have a feeling that one day I’ll d!e of sadness

[morallyunhelpful]

it kind of baffles me how little sympathy eurylochus gets :( everyone is so mean to him…

[random-rug-rat]

Tbhk chapter 113 spoilers✨✨

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

MY BOY IS BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!✨✨✨🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[phdmama]

Man, the tumblr experience

nothing like being taken out at the knees by a poem 5 minutes before I have to go get ready for work at a job that does not have enough poetry in it.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

this is my little girl 💖

she’s running low on time with us, and my dad has been saying things along the lines of ‘this is why I don’t like pets’, because he finds the grieving process so hard.

I don’t fault him for that, he just feels loss deeply and deals with it differently.

sometimes I even find myself falling briefly into the same thinking. ‘what if making a different choice all those years ago saved me and my family from this grief and this pain?’

but I also know there’s no way I would make a different decision. no amount of grief could outweigh the joy she’s brought us over these last fifteen years. the laughter, the comfort, the connection.

I think about hikes with my dad when she was tiny and able bodied and would race up ahead of us on the trails and then race back to check on us. I think about the first time she saw snow and she instantly turned into a tiny fluffy bunny rabbit, hopping through drifts that were ankle deep for us but nearly buried her, and the matted snowballs she came away with, looking like a tiny curly haired yeti.

I think of her interrupting GrammE and John’s wedding along with Sagie, confusion turning into laughter as they sped after each other across the backyard ceremony. I think of my mom, lonely on the island and isolated during covid, telling me that Ginger was her saving grace.

and these don’t even scratch the surface. fifteen years of love she’s given us.

so yeah. losing her is going to damn near break me and I know that. but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

[sluterastede]

STEDE “ROMANTIC HERO” BONNET? ED DRESSING LIKE BOOK BLACKBEARD? JIM HAIRCUT? FRENCHIE AS WOLVERINE???STEDE AND ED DOING COMBAT???? FUCKING HELL THIS TEASER IS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE

[cetoddle]

ugh.

new year ✅

new me ❌

[spaghetticat3899]

FYI, on a serious note/update, I might be more/less active over the next… however long. Penny, my cat, might not be around by the end of tomorrow, and it’s gonna make me extremely upset.

I’ve had her and Boogs since they were kittens, I’ve had 16 years of them within my sapient life, and I cannot imagine her absence. She’s been unwell the last month or two, and I was hoping she was gonna come back from it, but she’s the worst I’ve ever seen her today; she can’t even eat. My mother even hinting that we might have to let her go opened the floodgates, and I haven’t been this emotional and stressed in a long while, not like this anyway.

I love you, Penny, and I hope you know that, even if I can’t tell you. I love your meow, your sweetness, your cuddles, your pretty eyes and fur, and I love you for all the memories we had together. To some you might just be a cat, but you were my best friend, my family, and I can’t imagine my world without you there. Thank you.

[skyleathero]

🕊✨❤️

[callixton]

oh i am on the Brink of a mental breakdown. and like a real one. i am going to feel so so fucking terrible and guilty if i don’t go to the first week of mac rehearsal bc i need to recover but i am also getting the sense that i Need to recover. i have never been this burnt out or genuinely terrified of starting a new semester in my life.

[godblooded]

every single minute i feel like a pressure valve that’s winding up too tightly and any minute it’ll just pop.

[okcoolthanks]

Off topic but Whale reminds me of qsmp slimecicle from when he like went to fucking eggsile what the fuck ever kill me

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Spoke to someone I don’t know over the phone, 11 dead, 32 injured

[milo-is-rambling]

Need to stop making jokes about my grief and depression but then literally who would I be anymore.

[wearenotasfarwest]

A few weeks ago, maybe even months now, I went to the mall with my brother and in a weird little store that just sells the weirdest collection of inventory (it’s your one stop shop for all of the seasons of Fraser on DVD, a plushie of your favorite k-pop idol, Naruto themed Yahtzee, and a CD of Leeanne Womack’s I Hope You Dance!) we found this book, and I… wanted it. I wanted it. I wanted it very badly. I wanted it so badly that after we left the store, I started crying.

I had the money, but my mental health was also at an all time low and I felt guilty. Yes, L is one of my top ten favorite characters. Yes, I would love to read more about him and also Naomi and know at least when I read the last page, they’ll be okay for now. But who was I to want something so beautiful? What possibly made me think that I deserved it, with its beautiful black but silver embossed cover and it’s book ribbon and just high quality, beautiful book, even though I would unquestionably love it?

I went back to the store a few days later with my mom and wanted to show it to her, secretly hoping she would give me permission to buy it, but it was gone. I tried to be mature and put on a brave face and say that was okay because surely, whoever it belonged to would love it. You don’t buy a book like this without already loving the Death Note universe.

Now, my brother was a little late ordering my birthday (late August) gifts and also accidentally sent one to the last address Redbubble had used, which was one of his friends in another state and ever since has been waiting for the friend to send it to us. He has told me, however, that it’s a bag and there is also going to be something in the bag. They haven’t yet so Chet gave up on his plan of that and just told me to check my bookshelf, and sure enough, between I Am A Cat and You Feel It Just Below Your Ribs…

[harrylights]

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