both my maternal grandparents obituataries, side by side. ): i can’t believe my grampy’s obit has yellowed so much already in just five years. i miss them both so much. i hope if there is some kind of afterlife, no matter where and what it is, they’re together again.
its so warm in here and im so tired i need to go to sleep but im almost too tired to sleep if that even makes sense which it probably doesnt because nothing makes sense at 2am and i am having weird feelings about my life and everything and i would like a hug and someone to let me put my head in their lap while they stroke my hair and let me fall asleep there while stephen fry reads me harry potter
this is one of those spam email scam thingies but it makes me feel like harry potter or buffy the vampire slayer
your sorrow, your beauty, your war; i want it all. i want it all. bring your secrets, bring your scars, bring your glory, all you are. bring your daylight, bring your dark, share your silence and unpack your heart. … your deepest regret dies with me.
Katie I’m so sorry. :/ My condolences… My grandma died in 2007 so I’ve had time to heal, and I hope that you’ll heal too. It’ll get less painful over time… Big hugs. Hang in there.
thank you so much. i’m glad you’ve had time to heal. my grampy died in 2009 so i’ve been able to heal from that but my nana died just a little over a month ago so it’s still pretty fresh and hurts a lot. i appreciate the support. (: xo
so the past few days we’ve had to go through and find photos of ourselves with my nana for her celebration of life service which is this coming saturday and it’s been very hard and today i had to scan them all to send to my aunt for the slideshow but this one is perfect. it’s my nana holding me. i feel like crying.
it’s boring story time lil cherry blossoms, so today while taking the convenient transit system, i had been stuck on a couple that i absolutely could not believe the beauty of, the comfortable silences, the perfect hand placements, ceaseless gazes into each others eyes that said more than any sappily strung together phrase could have, they were literally fucking poetry in motion, anyway the girl had gotten to her stop and afterwards this guy was just silently looking at the ground and clenching his fist (boy does he miss her) so here’s the chance to conquer my personal anxiety of anything and everything and have a conversation with this soul so i ended up introducing myself with the completely fucking obscene “i hope it’s as easy for you to see how much she misses you as much as it was for me" and he ends up hugging me and we have a forty minute conversation on life experiences and what it’s like to be completely fucking drowning in somebody and many exchanged shitty jokes later i gained a new friend and that’s my story and the moral is no matter how terrifying it is starting conversations, something so beautiful can be created by it
They look like they’re in a heist movie with Rihanna as the tough-as-nails leader/master thief and Lupita as the genius computer hacker