#it’s gone

[ohmygodletmesignup]

ITS GONE‼️‼️

#january 24 #tumblr live #it’s gone #hooray #crab rave

[skunkbutts]

I ate your soul

#It’s gone

[colorisbyshe]

wish i was still an active kpop stan so i retained the ability to trick myself into liking a song i think is bad

#didn’t have the capacity to do that when i was a hardcore 1d stan #it’s literally a kpop only ability #the second i became a casual kpop fan #/ hag only stan i lost the ability #it’s gone

[schmope-is-dead]

am I just high or. what the fuck happened to my dick

#it’s GONE

[things-things-bd]

The dawn of a new, more hopeful era

#tumblr #mobile tumblr #tumblr live #it’s gone #finally #it’s not even the 24th yet!

[ghl-osty]

bye i just lost two years worth of art and $30.00 worth of brushes because i accidentally deleted procreate instead of removing it from my home screen. off i fuck to go live in the woods ig,

#literally sobbing my eyes out rn #procreate #is there a way to fix this????? #i have a project due in a week that i’ve spent a month working on #it’s gone #crying #add this on to the list #my 13th reason #i am so fucking upset #really sad #that app was literally the only thing keeping me going #had an entire storyline on it #now that’s gone too #don NOT ever delete procreate #fuck my life #haha silly #but not very silly

[ghost-proofbaby]

my friend who avidly plays dnd (the one who did the evil playthrough of bg3 with me) gave me the most wicked and sickening astarion fic idea. he belongs in prison. i can’t stop thinking about it.

#we were debating about astarion’s whole elven soul and reincarnation ordeal when it came to his vampirism #like obviously astarion’s elven soul was lost #it’s gone #hence why i believe he can’t remember his life well pre cazador #but he still trances and my friend brought up what if he saw what the person who ended up reincarnated as his soul did? #like what if post cazador astarion is witnessing his soul fall in love with a reader/oc #and it’s not *him* but he still experiences all as if it is #and so then suddenly #he’s falling in love with someone who only exists in his ‘dreams’ #aka trances #anyways it did psyche damage #especially if it was PRE tadpole and he would cling to those memories between the torture #fuck #reader/oc still actually exists out there just… not in astarion’s life

[braverytattoos]

Me looking for my shame whenever I see louis in a suit

#it flies out the window #it’s gone #I become feral #wowowowowo #lt

[dracomysthical]

damn i really can’t tell anyone when something good happens because it’ll get immediately taken away

#like I literally told one group chat about it #and boom #it’s gone

[ramthesillyram]

THEY RETIRED FUCKING CHARMY KITTY MY FUCKING CHILDHOOD IS GONE GOD FUCKING DAMN IT FUCK YOU SANRIO MY FUCKING GOD AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGGGG

#sanrio #charmy kitty #hello kitty #rage #female rage #my childhood #is gone #it’s all gone #my fucking heart #it’s gone #IM PISSED #FUCK THIS

[thepalerimitation]

Nothing is more ironic than the Mysterious Benedict Society, a series about fighting the evils of misinformation and propaganda, being adapted by Disney+ into two seasons, only to be promptly scrubbed from every platform with no explanation.

#if this was written in the books people would call it out for its lack of subtlety #like that is some Gotham level villainy right there man #fuck you disney #and to clarify #there is literally nowhere on the internet to watch it #it’s gone

[invisiblewashboard]

Yesterday I dropped my children off with my mother so that I could run some errands on my own. I am usually not granted this privilege, and I planned to take full advantage. For me, that looks like completing my tasks as quickly as humanly possible, getting some food from a drive-thru restaurant, then merely driving around aimlessly for a while.

Foolishly, I decided to drive past my childhood home and the surrounding areas.

For those of you who do not know, my childhood home was only recently purchased by a large company who is bringing loads and loads of infrastructure to my hometown. I understand the inevitability and necessity of such things, but that does not mean I have to like any of it.

I drove past the place where my home used to stand; the home my father designed. The home that I still have the blueprints for. The home he built with his own hands, exactly how my mother asked for it to be built.

After he died, it was hard for me to be in that house, even though that is often exactly where my mother needed me to be. It was as if I were standing inside my father’s mind, seeing every design choice, from the plethora of right angles, the symmetry and sharp, modern design as reminders of him, reminders that he should still be living in this house, providing for my mom and my little sister.

What was harder than being in the house was saying goodbye to it forever in January when my mother moved out. I cried more than perhaps I should have. Because it’s only a place. It was only a house. But it was my house once upon a time ago. And I hated leaving it forever. I had dreamed of my kids having sleepovers at their grandparents in that house, of my dad teaching them fire safety and how to navigate the woods around them there. I dreamt of their dad taking them hunting on the land, of them chasing chickens and goats around the garden and yard, since we don’t live in a place that allows the keeping of livestock.

But none of that was to be.

Now, when you drive by, there is nothing. Nothing but empty land and a pile of fill dirt where the house once stood. The only thing left are memories.

I did not expect that as I was driving by I would see one of our neighbor’s homes being actively torn down. An excavator was smashing through walls, glass from the windows shattering everywhere, drywall, siding, insulation all being torn out. And for what, you ask? For a huge data center. For parking lots. For ugly warehouses and fences and gray, brown, and black things to replace the trees and endless fields that used to be there.

I should have turned around and gone to my mother’s to get my kids at that point but I did not. I kept on. I drove past what used to be my favorite place in all the world, a place I would go to seek solace from the teasing of my brothers, the annoyances of a sister 13 years my junior. It did not used to be accessible by road, but that has since changed. It used to be a meadow, one full of tall, tall grasses and wildflowers. Long ago it used to be a farmer’s field, so there were no trees, but I had to trek through the woods for the shortest path there.

It wounded me deeply to see what it’s become. The grasses and wildflowers have been torn up. All that remains are clods of dirt, yellow construction vehicles, the beginnings of a parking lot, and the framing of a warehouse.

I admit my stomach twisted and tears burned my eyes when I saw it. I used to sit in that meadow with my diary in hand, facing the sun as it sank down into the horizon, loving every moment of peace and quiet, knowing if I were still enough, the deer would come from the surrounding wood to graze under the last light of day, that if I were very lucky, a rabbit may dart in front of me before realizing I was there. Once the sun had fully set, the ceasing of birdsong meant it was time for me to go home. And I was never afraid. Even in the dark, I knew my way through the woods well and it never took me longer than twenty minutes to come through the woods, into the clearing of my backyard.

No one will ever have the chance to experience the joy that meadow brought ever again. Because it’s gone now.

And my heart it just a bit broken over it.

#grief/mourning #grief and loss #I hate intel #I hate Amazon #I hate google #industrialization #is grieving a place just as valid as grieving a person? #what if you’re grieving a person and place all at the same time? #where does the healing begin? #my favorite place #it’s gone #I cannot go back

[deityofhearts]

somewhere in my neighborhood (or my house) there is an itty bitty tea cup that’s gone missing from the ring I made using it

#deity dialogue #it’s either in someone’s house or their yard #or on the dirt road to their house #or in our yard or house #oh or in Lexi’s car #it’s gone #now I just have a ring with a plate on it

[house-of-slayterr]

Yall I can’t find my fucking fanfic where Emmet and the reader have a marshmallow eating contest! If y’all find that shit please retag me 😭 tumblr won’t let me search it, it’s not showing up under the things I tagged twilight!

@oceansrose2002 have you seen it? Where did it go? 😭

#I can’t find it #it’s gone #someone will like it again in like a month #and then I’ll fix the tags lol #emmet cullen #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #Cullens x reader #twilight

[antii-me]

deleted. I’m truly exhausted.. I don’t know what I’m doing

#it’s gone #one blog should be enough anyway #p

[nightmare-verse]

WAIT U NEVER GAME YOUR AO3- GIME GIMME

YOU BROKE IT I CANT-

#answered #hehe #sillies #you broke my ao3 #why #It’s gone #it’s cringe as well #I’ll update it soon trust