#love and memory

[ysphcpb]

My name is Phuping.

[uwudonoodle]

[fairytalearista]

I think you're looking for this book:

And some of my others, I like playing with this trope a lot.

Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.

The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.

There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.

[hollisartsblog]

guess who rewatched across the spideverse🫡

[arylleth]

i have a longing that's killing me.

mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness

[nobita-here]

[pebblegalaxy]

Exploring the Depths of Love and Memory: A Collection of Poetic Reflections #Poetry #Eyes

Poetry – 1 In verdant fields of memory's grace,A mother's love finds sacred space.Her heart's embrace, a gentle plea,"What do you truly wish to see?"Her eyes, a mirror to the past,Reflecting bonds meant to last.Yet children drift like autumn leaves,Forgetting roots, while parent grieves.Her wisdom speaks in soft, kind tones,Of love that's sewn in tender homes.Spend moments rich with time and…

[trashraccoongirl]

forever. ❤️

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[jingyismom]

undead boy with "UNMARRIED" on his gravestone makes sure to put "BELOVED WIFE" on his girl's gravestone even though he knows she won't be in the ground for long

[noodles-and-tea]

I think the new memories that are being made come to the future stans in their dreams

[ysphcpb]

Please listen to me sometimes, Mr. Prat.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[reesestshirt]

When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

[raintides]

the only guy i know how to draw