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#Memories Are Important
lady-hallowtide · 6 months
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I’m going to tell you a story that I have never fully told to anyone before, but it is one of the only times I have ever felt proud of myself. Looking back it was incredibly risky, but I’m glad I did it.
When I was twenty I still lived on the old family farm. I was doing a degree by distance education and working full time. I had a little Australia Terrier since I was a child and she was getting on in years but she still followed me everywhere. Her name was Holly. It was near about Valentines Day, and I had recently ended a short lived relationship but it ended messy. Given the man in questions temperament when Holly went missing I immediately suspected him. When I got home and she wasn’t there to greet me I immediately knew something was wrong. I walked around the farm calling for her, a trail of cats curiously following in my wake. I checked the security cameras and saw Holly leave the front of the house and walking out of view of the camera. She looked like she was wandering and not being called so that was a relief at least. When they got home my family rang all the neighbours and one had received a visit by a woman travelling along the nearby busy highway who had found a dog on the side of the road. I have no idea how Holly got there. Holly didn’t have a collar, and my neighbour has never met my dog so she told this stranger she didn’t know who Holly’s family was. The stranger left her number, but when I rang it nobody answered.
I was distraught of course. This little dog had been my shadow for a decade. I printed missing flyers and stuck a poster on the gate of my families farm. I kept ringing the phone number and when nobody answered by nightfall I looked up the address and saw it was for a place a little over an hour away.
The next day I called in sick to work. I was determined to find my dog. There was a vet between my house and their’s so I stopped there hoping maybe the stranger had left Holly with them. No, but they were kind enough to put up one of my lost dog posters. Making the way to this mystery address I was pretty shaken, and when I showed up I probably looked an absolute fright because by this point I was crying nonstop. I drove down a long dirt driveway to this absolutely beautiful old manor, knocked on the closest door and frightened this poor young mother and her two baby toddlers in the kitchen. She was very sweet, and the first thing she asked was “are you lost honey?”. Poor lady was very patient when I blubbered how my dog had been picked up and the number the stranger gave was for this address. It wasn’t unfortunately, the stranger had wrote it wrong and had even mentioned to my neighbour she couldn’t remember her own landline. I asked if she knew anyone by the name of the stranger but the young mother didn’t know many people in the area. The young mother offered me tea, handed me some tissues and sent me off to the local hotel/pub.
Now I was a little less teary now, because I hadn’t wanted to scare the babies at the manor, but I was digging my nails into my hand as an old stress reaction so when I turned up at the pub I did get a few second looks. I’m still a little confused why it had so many people so early in the morning but this far out in the sticks you don’t ask questions of strange happenings. I explained to the old lady behind the bar I was looking for a woman who had picked up my dog, and if she knew anyone by that name. And my gods, she did. The bar lady said the farm was tricky to get to, and the owner mighty strange, but I was determined as hell despite her good natured worry.
So away I went. This was my last lead, and if this didn’t pan out I had no idea if I was ever going to see Holly again. This driveway was older, longer, and the bar lady was right because it was tricky to find and terrible to drive down. But when I got there guess who was there to greet me? Holly was dirty, and manic as all hell but it was damn obvious she was as glad to see me as I was her. The strange lady was kind of gobsmacked I found her actually. She was kind and even offered to let me use her landline to call home and let them know I was on my way back. Mobiles don’t work in the middle of literal nowhere. The strange lady confessed she thought Holly belonged to a little old lady, because Holly would look at you when you talked to her and was very attentive. Holly was covered in mud and sitting prim on my lap ruining my favourite doctor who shirt, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I got home, and gave Holly a bath. The next day I got her a dog collar with my number on it with a little bell.
Holly was loved, kept safe and well fed until she was eighteen and she died of bladder cancer. She and my beloved cat Kovu accompanied me across an ocean, to an even remoter location at literally the edge of the world, until we moved to the city by the sea where we settled for good. They’re both deceased now and I miss them every day.
Ive never gone into specifics, and no one ever questioned why I was missing a whole day.
It was incredibly risky for a young female to drive into the heart of darkness. I was incredibly, incredibly lucky and am so, so thankful to the three women I met that day. It could have gone very badly. I could have never seen Holly again.
I am glad I did it.
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 5 months
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These two kids are Hamza (the oldest) and Qusai (the youngest).
Their mother shares this video and bids them goodbye. They were both killed by Israeli bombardment 5 days ago. She says:
[Two days before Hamza and Qusai were killed, hamza asked me: "mom, when we die, where will I go?" And I told him: "you will be a bird in heaven, my love." He said: "and Qusai?" "Just like you inshallah."
And indeed, two days later, he left and took his brother with him. It's like he was preparing me for saying goodbye to both of them. Heaven is more beautiful than any place on this Earth, habibi. We will meet and be reunited one day, me, your dad and you two].
Our kids don't deserve to die already thinking about what will happen to them, they don't deserve to die already terrified, anticipating their death because the world failed them and decided their lives mean nothing. We are not numbers. Remember their names and their stories.
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petr1kov · 1 year
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gotta be honest and say it's insane to me that a bunch of people 'misremembered' nelson mandela dying in prison in the 80s even though he lived to become the president of south africa in the 90s and instead of thinking 'wow, i really should learn a bit more about international politics outside of north america and europe because not knowing such a basic fact like this about one of the most influential political figures of all time is kind of embarrassing', they became convinced that this was proof that parallel realities exist and they were having memories of an universe where mandela died in prison somehow. that's presumptuous on a level i can barely conceive of
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oifaaa · 3 months
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Listen listen is the Percy Jackson show making changes so big that even me with my horrible little memory is noticing - yes Do I care - absolutely not I'm still enjoying the show and the changes so far have just helped keep me on my toes bc wtf do you mean Percy has 4 pearls?!?? What do you mean the summer solstice has happened?!!? What is going on I need to know !!!!
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im a simple guy! i think about puppy Barnaby. i promptly explode into bloody heart-shaped confetti
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ocean-returns · 2 months
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You couldn't do a straightforward Human Nature plot set in the 12th Doctor era bc if 12 got fobwatched Clara would immediately steal his identity. Missy would also steal his identity. Absolutely insane Doctorfication possibilities.
Also, 12's forgotten memories canonically manifest as songs AND he's faceblind, so he wouldn't even have a dramatic dream journal full of half-remembered portraits, he'd just be hanging out in his university office shredding guitar solos while Bill (who he just met) is like "Wow, sick riff Professor Smith!" and he's like "Thanks, it's called I Dreamt I Rode a Dinosaur."
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faulknerfujoshi · 1 month
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they’re like two kittens who were in the same litter but adopted by different people and have been separated since
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thestuffedalligator · 2 years
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As we enter Over the Garden Wall season, remember: Friends don't let friends pigeonhole Over the Garden Wall as being about death and the afterlife and Dante's Inferno.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Alas, this beautiful dream could not last.
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zishuge · 5 months
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The only thing I remember is killing people. You say I'm someone who saves people. I won't kill you — but I don't believe you either. Do you think I'm a fool? You're not a fool. Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) | Ep. 20
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luchsyy · 4 months
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comic about something that i still don't understand
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magicicephoenix · 3 months
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I'm not sure if you're still accepting palette request but if you do: #6 "shy" for toon bendy (BATDR) or maybe #52 "plastic heart" for Twisted Alice?
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an anxious demon and a murderous angel. what could go wrong?
batdr bendy with #6 - shy and twisted alice with #52 - plastic heart
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sandeewithtwoe · 3 months
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Setting Boundaries
Ink belongs to comyet
Error belongs to loverofpiggies
Transcription:
Ink: Hug!
Error: ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Ink: high-five!
Error: … no
Ink: fist-pump?
Error: …
Ink: oOoowww! You hurt meeeee!
Error: No I didn’t! Stop lying!
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yashley · 5 months
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"Yeah, but we talked about it and I didn’t want it." "Why not?" "Because it scared me."
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pencildragons · 2 years
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still insanely funny to me that ortus nigenad has canonically written 18 volumes of epic poetry about a bodyguard who was, in fact, Just Some Guy, and regularly quotes himself out loud in conversations on the regular. man had to die at the start of gtn because he was too fucking powerful to live
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As of about two days ago (so around the 5th of March) the Artsakh Freedom Fighters Union and National Assembly buildings in Stepanakert, Nagorno Karabakh, have both been demolished.
It really is depressing to see the destruction of Armenian monuments happening again, to say nothing of the 100,000 or so Armenians displaced by Azerbaijan moving in back in September (over 80% of the regions population).
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