#memories

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Dear Eclipse,

Do you have a favorite memory (as far as you can remember)? If not, is there a particular memory that you'd rather forget for any reason?

(similar asks by @amymaleneart @jeenjelly @antisocial-gay-bae)

[rikkat-i-kalp]

O uzak...

"O eski...

O giden yüzyılların birinde kaldı ruhum.

Bundandır...

Edep, zerafet ve masumiyet dışındaki...

Her şeye uyumsuzluğum."..

Birhan Eroğlu

[alice-the-demon]

Giuseppe was only 6 years old when his dad died.

The fire in his restaurant devoured him along with the chunks of the crumbling building. Giuseppe will never see his dad again. And he couldn't accept that.

This situation was hard even for his mom. Mourning the loss of her husband aside, she didn't know how to make his sons feel better after something like this (especially Giuseppe, who's the most fragile out of the two). So she tried to distract them.

She played in her old TV a VHS with an animated movie in it, narrating the story of a girl that ends up in a weird yet beautiful place filled with colourful characters that, since it was a musical, sometimes would sing some catchy songs.

It became Giuseppe's favourite movie.

He played that VHS many times in his childhood, it was his mood lifter for whenever he felt sad or in need to stay alone. It kinda helped him get over the loss of his dad. Some of his schoolmates made fun of him because of this, even his brother Maurice. It was unusual to see a boy liking something so "girly" for them.

Giuseppe was kinda sad about it, but that didn't stop him from watching that movie every now and then. He couldn't help it. It was his guilty pleasure. His safe place.

A place he could go whenever he felt distressed and needed to detach himself from his problems for a little while.

Then one day he stopped doing so.

(Thank you for 300 followers 🌹❤️)

[snapshot-of-an-immortal]

forgot my birthday once

i was eight

[destinyc1020]

Omg!! I found my old Tomdaya Antis video! 🤣😅

Sit back, relax, grab some popcorn 🍿, hit "pause" if you need to lol 🤭, and read through some of the crazy things that I went through and that came into my inbox back in 2020 & 2021 while Tom and Zendaya were busy filming NWH in Atlanta.

Original Date Posted: July 1st, 2021

☝🏾THIS is why I periodically take breaks from Tumblr. 😞 Because people will send in stuff like this, not just about Tom and Zendaya, but also about some of my other faves in the industry, or even just negativity about me directly, and sometimes it just gets to be too much. 😩

Now days, I can look back at this video and laugh lol 😂.... Tom and Z are now engaged, and I stopped caring about Antis on July 2nd, 2021 quite frankly lol.

Thankfully, I don't get even near the amount I used to get of these types of msgs in my inbox anymore, but just know that if your favorite Tumblr blogs have taken a break, or don't post much, or have turned off their Anons, sometimes, it's because they're getting messages in their inbox (even WORSE!) like the ones above. 😟

Over the past nearly 5 years, I've dealt with quite a LOT on this blog. 😔 It hasn't always been easy. I can't even imagine how people living in the public eye deal with the amount of negativity that is spewed their way on a constant basis.

Anyway, let me get off my soap box now. But boy does watching this video again bring up some memories. 😢

Enjoy!! 😁 It's funny to look back on these now and just laugh lol 😂

[jocollins]

Day 4 of posting the first photo of @zayn Pinterest recommends me

[jasonborrowed]

Dammit this is artwork worth sharing! It has nostalgic memories exploding from the ink it was crafted with.....

[callmelittlestranger2]

In memoriam.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[muchlovefleursblog]

[lovezacblr]

When granny lived in North Hollywood

[rikkat-i-kalp]

Hani diyor ya şair;

"Sizin alınız al inandım

Sizin morunuz mor inandım"

Öyle işte,

Kazananı olmayan bir savaştır ve bitmiştir.

Unutulmayı istemek kadar, hiç var olmamış olmayı dilemek kadar.

Yalvarmak kadar,

Beni bana, beni Hakk'a bırakın diyecek kadar..✓

[nataliesplatalie]

Sophie Pearson, I remember you in the ocean, and I'll remember you as red, both c. 2023 and oil pastel on wood

[nobita-here]

[hikayaking]

The memories of mountains the tree once stood on are etched into the fabric of its bark.