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rivers-for-me · 8 months
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07-induraj · 10 months
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My preciousness..
I might have came in the world empty handed
But my mother gave me a piece of her heart
Which grew as mine not hers
But whenever it got broken my mothers heart felt the pain too
I might have came in the world empty handed
But my father gave me his eyes
And they say,' I have beautiful eyes', but its not mine its his
But whenever I tried to hide the pain he felt and saw it no matter what
I might have came in the world empty handed
But my parents never wanted to see me cry or heart broken
I believe when i'm hurt, its never just me
But still there's more to see and feel with or without them
Written by 07-induraj
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wordsofaworld · 14 days
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On the days where my problems bear the weight of the world
And I simply cannot carry them
I take my unsteady legs
My quivering lip
And anxious fists
And walk into my fathers open arms
So that he can talk me off the ledge
Over and over again
He saves me
He protects my heart and steadies my mind
Always saying the right thing
My dad was made for me
He is my crutch
He teaches me to walk again.
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astro-souls · 11 months
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Father’s love ❤️
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autumnandstories · 2 months
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Every crack of dawn, when I was young, my dad used to fill our plates and pack our lunchboxes—those very lunchboxes I begrudgingly carried. My eyes envied the inviting, seemingly dainty meals of my classmates, while mine felt dull in comparison. I harbored resentment. I bore grievance. For many times, I questioned myself why my mom wasn’t there to do it for us instead.
Yet, as time flies, a longing replaced that resentment. I find myself craving the simplicity of his cooking, the very nub of home. It's a strange truth, isn't it? We only discern the worth of what we've lost when it already slipped off our fingers. Memories, like an enigma, begin to find their sense. I remember hearing the brittle, tinkling sound of coal in our old clay stove as he warmed it up. It was a sign that he was ready to cook, even before the first light of day peeked through our kitchen window. I remember his morning rushes, the beads of sweat on his forehead, yet always a beam as he prepared our meals. And those passing moments, when his smile faltered—thinking we hadn't noticed— it’s those instances, those overlooked slices of life, that now bear out what is love in its most unfeigned form.
— Autumn Marchh
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catsbeaversandducks · 2 years
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If this isn't PURE LOVE then I don't know what it is. ❤️ Photo by Angelo Varriano
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"I'm afraid. I won't be here to protect you forever." | Wolfwalker
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couchie · 2 years
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sometimes when my father pats my head warmly, smiles at me and says "i love you, you know that, right?" and i just smile at him i think that it was maybe worth it. maybe this is my reward for surviving all those shoutings and constant criticism and being blamed for things i cant control. maybe i earned my fathers love. maybe i can finally be happy
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noelledeltarune · 8 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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rivers-for-me · 6 months
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BREAKING NEWS!!! My father said he's proud that im his child and he loves me even tho he doesn't say it often because he thinks it's obvious so i should write it down as a reminder?? And he said he doesn't mind im not popular because those fuckers don't even deserve me????
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venussmilk · 3 months
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ik they dont have phones but u cant tell me chilchuck wouldnt go crazy on facebook reels
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ottermatopoeia · 1 month
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Everyone's all "i'll fuck your dad" until they realize that means they'd have to fuck someone over 40. and those people are weak.
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xtrablak674 · 3 months
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A Delayed Gift from My Father
You may not know but my father died in September of nineteen ninety-three, found dead and rotting in his apartment by his parents, an event that would haunt his mom until the day she died, well at least her memory of the event did. But this isn't a story about his death, this is the story about the kind of dad he was in the context of something he did for me, before I could even speak.
When you're an orphan you don't have a point of reference to get clarity on details about your life before your recorded memory, you have to do your best to be a detective and piece together the piece left behind to figure out the story, meaning and significance.
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As a part of my Monday binge-watching I was partaking in the second half of the first season of Smallville, finally watching this early aught series about Kal-El, better known as Superman before he donned a cape and blue tights. In the episode in question the character Whitney's dad has just died and he had found his father's metals who like my dad was a Vietnam veteran.
Whitney was sharing the metals with his girlfriend Lana Lang. I actually had to pause the video because clearly the property team did an amazing job with accuracy, and one of the metals staring at me from the screen was the exact same metal that had been mysteriously returned to me a couple of years ago by a former co-worker of mines. We aren't going to get into why this friend had my father's medal, but it was odd enough to be noteworthy.
I was taken aback because I remembered this small corduroy yellow change purse with a bronze-coloured zipper from my childhood. I didn't recall the medal as much as I did the large liberty dollar coin from 1924, I think for a child a coin was more familiar than a trinket from a war no one really wanted. But the maize colored purse with the green stripes and the coin were indelible etched on my recollection.
Now this is where my age betrays me, because if my mom told me more about the strange trinkets I don't remember, and since she proceeded her alleged husband (I have yet to see an actual marriage certificate) by nine years its not like I can ask her to corroborate my piece-mail memory. I recollect she showed me the pieces near the closet to the front door of our apartment at 1101 Brown Street, yes where I lived, and my last name were the same, there were so many jokes I got about this in elementary school.
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Memory is funny, I remember exactly where I was, to even the position in the room. I remember the colors, the weight of the coin because mom let me handle it, but the sounds of her voice and the words that she attached to these moments elude me. There was one thing that was undeniable to me now as an adult putting this together, this was a gift a loving father gave to his first born son probably as a baby, and left in care of the mother of his child to be given at a future date. Something out of a television movie or a book, and the kind of parental love you usually see given to whyte children. Black fathers loving their children wasn't something that was a regular part of my diet growing up as a dark-skinned child in America.
My father as I keep referring to him, because he had an odd relationship to the role, and never embraced it in any traditional way. I don't recollect a moment of calling him either dad or father. It was B.R. (his initials) or Khule (nickname) but usually nothing more than 'hey you'. This awkward dynamic spilled over into my relationship with his parents, not by their fault, but unintentionally by his. In formal conversations I would refer to his mom as my grandmother and his dad as my grandfather and together as my grandparents, but unlike calling my mom, well mom. I never used either honorific to refer to my father's parents.
He died with us being estranged, for reasons I don't want to taint this particular story with, which is a moment of me directly feeling his love for me, something I sometimes had trouble resolving because of his unforgettable words to me as a young teenager, he loved me but didn't like me!
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I realize that my father's sardonic sense of humor was reflected in my own humor, but at this age I took these words as more hurtful than humorous. And this intensifies my judgement of him not always making the best parenting choices. During those years of puberty when so many things are changing in your body the one thing you want more than anything is to be liked, why doesn't my father like me? #RhetoricalQuestion
But at least one mystery has been solved this mysterious pouch and its metallic contents were an attempt at a new dad to show how proud he was of having progeny and his attempts to endow them with something of meaning and significance.
This was momentous as I would learn later about my dad, was that he loathed his service in the Vietnam war and the war itself and I don't recall ever seeing one memento of his service. His saving this sole medal and giving it to his first-born was a very loud and clear declaration of his love that took thirty years to be delivered.
[Photos by Brown Estate]
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abd-appleboxdog · 4 months
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I love these fools so much. I hope in the end they stay together or keep in touch. I heart them its like the dad who didn’t want a cat but loves the cat
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nouverx · 4 months
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Obligatory Alastor and Niffty art because their little moment in the finale was everything to me I can't wait to see them interact more in the next seasons
Also bonus sketch bc I just know he kept the crown on the whole evening
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nat-20s · 5 months
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Shaun Temple is a fucking real one actually. You meet a woman who has allegedly just had a mental breakdown so severe she's lost a year of her memory. She's loud and brash and is NOT taking your name and you are like ohhh I can't not marry her. You two have a kid, the most amazing daughter in the world. Your wife has a hole in her heart aching for something that she can't identify and your daughter feels like she's from another planet and both of them have dreams they can't explain and you probably chalk that up to them being extraordinary but in an ordinary way where their hearts are too big and their minds are too brilliant to not carry some grief. And then it turns out that oh your wife has a best friend who's a ????? years old Alien that's the last of their species and also your daughter IS part alien bc technically your wife genetically is also part alien but also maybe not now? And then your wife is like. The happiest you've ever seen her and she fucks off for two days but and the world literally starts to end but she fixes it and she brings back her ???? years old alien best friend forever and is like WE'RE KEEPING HIM AND ALSO THIS WOMAN THAT I MET LIKE TEN HOURS AGO and now he's calling you his brother-in-law and is definitely co-parenting now you're like. Just cool with all of that. Not a single hint of jealousy or nothin. Honestly king shit.
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