I've been thinking of some late pets recently.
I think the one of the hardest parts about trying to live with loss is how the brain doesn't seem to fully catch up to that loss, especially when you aren't in a situation day-to-day in which you confront the presence of that loss - at least in my experience. I would wake up from a dream of playing with them, think about them as I rise from my bed, and begin grieving all over again when it catches up with me that they are no longer there to greet in the morning. I would be calling all of the dogs to come in from their time outside, and still call the name of the dog who would no longer come to her call. I would be taking care of my morning routines, and wonder for a split moment why I haven't been interrupted by my bird yelling out for me to come play with her.
It's true that it gets easier with time. You spend less time weeping on the ground, you feel less intensely sick from grief, but things never quite feel the same. Like a single track of a song muted, like an object suddenly missing from a painting, it's almost impossible - maybe completely impossible - for things to ever feel quite as "full" in the way they were before, even if you find new ways to fill those gaps. I'm not even sure if I want things to feel the same way as before, as much as I want to be able to see my pets again.
I just learned about this day a few years ago, and how ironic that it comes the day before Mother’s Day. But it gives me the space to remember you and honor you and all that you were to me and grieve what I lost when we we were separated.
When I saw a medium several years ago I was told you were my spirit guide and I’ve felt you more today than I have in a long time. I got the chance to speak to…
Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them
I genuinely feel like an alien compared to my coworkers when they try to chat with me about things like dating and weight loss. like what are you SAYING about "oh you know it's just so hard to make your man understand the instructions you give him?" why are you trying to connect with me by complaining that you gained 15 pounds? is this how most people form connections in the workplace? i for real do not get it
My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
Generation Loss is a comedic tragedy in every sense of the word. Every character we see exemplifies this fact, but no one other than The Austin Show proves its truth.
We begin at the carousel. Austin, Gay, takes his turn by pleading for himself to live because he has a wife and children back home. The rest of the cast interrogates him about his “wife and kids,” clearly suspicious of his truthfulness without even knowing his dubbed “title.” Everyone in the room treats Austin like a joke.
In turn, so do we.
Next, we reach the closet and shortly after the failed drag show, Austin remarks, “Look, I uh… I didn’t expect to die here.” It’s a moment of pure honesty, whether we like it or not. It happens again when the Puzzler tries to party with them, and Austin has to angrily remind him that they are his captives and are actively trying to kill them.
Austin: “What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? We're trying to get out of here. I have children and wives— wife. One wife! What is this some sort of game? I’ve been stuck in hear for hours it seems. We’re trying to get out. Why is nobody else freaking out? We’ve got C4 strapped to our neck…”
It isn’t until Ethan’s death, his blood pooling out from underneath the door, Austin screaming at the others, begging them to have a reaction, to care about their circumstances, to care about death, that we finally understand Austin’s role in Generation Loss.
After all, in every great comedy, someone always has to play the straight man.
Smth I’d love to see more of is if when ppl talk about Law’s family, they don’t just erase or forget about his actual birth family from the equation. I def understand why a lot of ppl focus on Cora. As someone who loves Cora, I get it, I do. But the fact that his parents are the foundation of why he’s a doctor - why he’s a surgeon?
That’s JUST AS important to remember and factor in as Cora’s involvement in his story.
Cora didn’t just show him love, he also reminded Law of the Love his own family gave him before everything that happened. And I think perhaps the reason he doesn’t speak or often thinks about his blood family is because THAT’S the loss that he holds so closely within him and still hurts when he thinks about it. I think what Cora did also reminded him that by living freely, it brings a type of justice to having lost his family.
sibling loss when you were young and they were older than you is so shattering to think about.
what do you mean i'll never get my big sister back. what do you mean she'll never be here to comfort me after my mom had an outburst because she went through it first. what do you mean she'll never pick me up from school as a suprise and take me to ihop afterwards. what do you mean she wont be here for my quinceanera. what do you mean she wont see me grow up.
what do you mean i wont see her become an adult. what do you mean i wont see her be a bride. what do you mean i wont see her have a family. what do you mean i wont see her grow old.
What fucks me up about Neds death is he didn't have any reason to be there. Duck and Aubrey were fated or whatever to go to Sylvain and get wrapped up in all this but Ned just happened to see barclay in the forest, accidentally hit the gate with his car that night, anything had changed and Ned would have lived because he never would have met Aubrey and Duck. He wouldn't have died thinking everyone hated him. But then Ned wouldn't have been loved. There'd be no Statue of Ned, no "Last Episode of Saturday Night Dead" playing, Aubrey and Ned wouldn't have found a family in each other. Im gonna be sick about this arc. Ned Chicane the character ever.
this is rougher than she sandpaper a crocodile uses to exfoliate its skin AND i had like 9 hours of school/work today AND i still have like 4 things due tonight BUT THE POWER OF TWIYOR COMPELS (THAT NEW TRAILER (THE WAY HE SEES THEM (GOODNESS)))