Shaking Crying And Throwing Up Bc Sea World Still Isn’t Shut Down

gonna start writing stories again! hopefully i can actually publish some eventually.

i don’t usually have any strong feelings about reboots of the things i grew up with as a kid but that being said i honestly believe that the beanie baby redesigns are proof that we’re living in the worst timeline

https://twitter.com/inutte_iina/status/1476912021920976899

stream before you were sorry :)

why did this exchange in a youtube comment section make me want to cry

Reason to Live #7255

 Listening to Type O Negative, especially ’October Rust’ album. It’s been 25 years since its release. 🍁🖤💚 – Guest Submission

(Please don’t add negative comments to these posts.)

i think it’s time for me to have a red hair phase

northern lights

my dog died last night. his pawprints are all still in the snow all over the house. the treats we had been trying to get him to eat are everywhere. his bed is still by the fire. his favorite toy is with him, they said that they would cremate it with him. i have a matching smaller version that is on my keys.

his fur is on my jacket from last night, that is now drenched in years. i got home and collapsed and held my jacket like i had held him.

tonight is new years eve. anchorage, alaska. i hear people partying in a house down the mountain. our neighbors set off fireworks. the sky is the same shade of green as his favorite jacket. i sat outside in the 12 degree air and let it wrap me like a blanket. i told the northern lights that i love him. that i miss him.

my toes are numb and my ears burn and all i want is to have him back. he would lay out where i was standing all the time, not wanting to come in even when it was cold. i wanted to feel how he felt.

the sky is getting greener with different waves near the mountain top and getting wider in the middle of the sky. brief flashes of fireworks interrupt in the corner. even though there are no streetlights, it never really gets dark super dark here.

i'm staring at his pawprints in the yard again. i remember when we first got him. my mom walked him to our middle school to pick us up as a suprise. he had 4 owners before he landed with us. how could someone not want the most perfect dog. i would do anything to have him back.

i loved him so much. i still love him. there's waves of comfort and waves of grief and all i know is that it hurts. i don't know where to put the love.

:)))