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sondrox · an hour ago
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Memories
FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13840324/1/Memories
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30034233
I had this idea long ago, and tbh I don’t know why it took me this long to write it down.
From the start it was clear to me that the main issue would be that Chara misses Asriel, but it never came to me that that would mean I had to talk about loss and grief, anyways, a good writer always research, am I right?
My original plan was Frisk arriving home and finding Chara in her little “Pretend game” and afterwards watching Chara’s little private moment he would leave her for a couple of hours and then we would stay with Chara.
And then at night Frisk would encounter Chara about what he saw, but from that point it was just all rambling.
I got this idea after seeing this image https://www.deviantart.com/wolfifi/art/My-Friend-And-I-577967051 made by Wolfifi:
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Something I find curious is that people say that an Image says more than a thousand words, and then I wonder “What are those thousand words?” And then this is what happens.
Anyways, that’s it. See you around!.
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crystal/angel/water tower/babylon
how best to describe it? a summer afternoon on instant repeat, forever. or at least what seems to be a good equivalent to forever, because i’m still here
where the roaring lion waters had left me, dropped me off, sack of potatoes, old-fish bones, cartilage for mowed lawns and veiny towns. your mom doesn’t regret you. your middle name is beautiful even though you never thought i should
know what it is. i keep climbing the same hill in my head, especially when i’m
dreaming about all the colors of the sky, but inverted. i dream about empty parking lots a lot. sometimes gas stations lit up like edgy christmas trees. the scene is always a night one. i guess that’s the bell isn’t it? my turn on the 
stake.
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irkajavasdream · 2 hours ago
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My cat Tasha died and it is so much harder than I ever imagined it to be. I’m devastated. Heart broken and riddled with guilt since I didn’t go to the back with her because I wasn’t brave enough to go back with her. Damn it. She was 17, and was sick for a while.this has been in my drafts this happened in 2019. I lost another cat after this, Zoey who has been missed so much too. Angel is really helping me get over these losses. She is the best cat imaginable. It’s why I memes her Angel. She is funny, so smart, and cuddles unlike the way the other two just gave me their tail and faced away from me. Angel spoons into my arm and side and I get dopamine and other chemicals from it like I am supposed to. But Tasha as you can see was so pretty girl which is what I usually called her. Zoey was little baby and Angel is now nicknames Angel girl. Cats make life so much better.
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scheissegalx · 4 hours ago
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you say i deserve better so why don’t you step up and be better for me
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donzysguidetofreedom · 5 hours ago
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Trigger warning: miscarriage mentioned
Let’s talk about lightning striking the same place twice for a second.
There is a 1 in 9 million chance that lightning will strike the same place twice. 1 in 9 million. But scientists still recommend seeking shelter inside. They don’t recommend staying near tall structures. They have great recommendations to keep you safe during storms.
1 in 4 women suffer a miscarriage in their lives. On April 4, 2020 I became 1 in 4. It was horrible. I woke up bleeding and my fertility clinic had me come right in. They told me there was nothing there. We had seen a sac on our first ultrasound just two days prior. We decided not to talk about trying again until I was ready. My husband was there for me through all of it. The crying all night, the screaming in pain on the bathroom floor, the disassociation. He helped me through everything. He is the reason I survived.
We had conceived through IVF. We weren’t able to get pregnant on our own due to a few conditions on my part. I was broken after the miscarriage. I knew the chances. But I still fell apart. It took me a long time to even think about trying again. We started talking around Christmas about starting another round.
On March 12, 2021 we had our second embryo transfer. We were cautious. We were nervous. We were excited. The pregnancy test came back positive. Our first ultrasound came and we were told everything looked great. Gestational sac, yolk sac, and fetal pole! They were talking about discharging me to a regular OBGYN.
On April 4, 2021 I started bleeding again. I knew immediately what was happening. I went to the ER. They confirmed my worst fears. It was happening again. On the same exact day. One year apart.
Isn’t that some lightning striking the same place twice kind of unlucky bullshit? Can a mathematician figure out the odds of this happening?
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scheissegalx · 5 hours ago
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You told me you don‘t fear the loss of mine. It shattered my heart into pieces.
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floralmemorials · 6 hours ago
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Another small Kansas Cemetery
Another small Kansas Cemetery
Like every state in the union Kansas has many small Cemeteries. Mount Zion is one such cemetery. This quiet little piece of green earth is along highway 160 and almost appears as a highway rest stop. Some of the earliest buried there are from the 1800’s with the latest burial in 2020. Mount Zion was once referred to as the Kellogg Cemetery. I can only assume that the cemetery sits on land that…
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aggressiveairquotes · 7 hours ago
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Deep thoughts time:
Have you ever noticed how plants encapsulate the many phases of human life. We start out as this little pod. We either develop from that little pod or some never make it past that stage. Once we've developed, we're this whole human being with so many layers. We go through life and experience happy times and times where we fall to pieces. Time passes and we slowly pick up those pieces. But, even though all of those pieces are put back together, they aren't the same. They never fit back perfectly. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it's life and it changes you. You become whole again, but you're not quite the same. You grow older, the life we've lived begins to fade and that's it. And it all happens so quickly and it's jam packed in this small world.
While all that's happening we sometimes lose sight of what's going on around us and we forget that there are others falling apart. You sit there wondering why you aren't normal and why do you have to go through the things you've gone through. When in reality, we are more like each other than we realize, but we don't see it because nobody talks about it. Can you imagine how different people would feel if they realized they're not alone?
If you or anyone is struggling, please seek help immediately. You are not alone. https://suicidepreventionlifeline
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gamerawe · 7 hours ago
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After Amazon: Labor tries to regroup in wake of Alabama loss
After Amazon: Labor tries to regroup in wake of Alabama loss
WASHINGTON — Despite the strongest public support and the most sympathetic president in years, the American labor movement just suffered a stinging defeat — again. Amazon warehouse workers in Bessemer, Alabama, overwhelmingly voted against joining the Retail, Wholesale and Department Store Union in much-anticipated election results announced Friday. Amazon and business groups celebrated the…
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Happy birthday Mom. There's so many things that I never knew about you and probably never will. And maybe that's for the best that you live on in my mind as this beautiful creature who wasn't around for very long. I'm glad that you didn't live long enough to see what a mess your other children became. And I have no doubt in my mind I have made two very proud. It is hard to grow up alone. It is hard to be a girl and grow up alone. But I have done well & survived so much.
I have a feeling you survived a lot too and you were a very strong woman because I had to have gotten that somewhere and as much as I got some Dad I know I got a lot of that from you.
Part of me will always be a little lost and part of me will never know where I came from. I know you love me dearly because I was your baby and I'm glad you did not see the awful way your other children treated me once you died. But I grew to realize that is not uncommon and I cherish the little bits of you I had to myself before they rushed in and either stole everything are just completely pissed on the memories I had.
The dreams I had when you were alive were the dreams of a child but I made it Mom I wanted to be a teacher and that is what I became and every year that I'm allowed to change people's lives I do it in your spirit with your love and by the grace of God.
In the afternoons I stand with the kids as they wait for their parents to pick them up and I have this Daydream that rolls in my head over and over.
In a flash of sunlight I see you pulling up to the curb and that gigantic Workhorse of a car that you drove the blue Ford Biscayne with a psychedelic blue and green flowered seat covers. You roll down the passenger window, lean over the bench seats, and say Get in baby, we're going home."
If it is possible to choose the hallucination that rolls through our brain as we die that is what I choose for myself.
I miss you so much, happy birthday.
💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙
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catchawishing-star · 8 hours ago
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Yet in the wizard's face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow; though as he looked more intently he perceived that under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
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elisaenglish · 9 hours ago
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“to whom it may concern in the dead stones of a planet no longer remembered as earth may he decipher this opaque hieroglyph perform an archeology of soul on these precious fragments all that remains of our vanished days here — at the sea’s edge I have planted a stony garden dragon tooth dolmen spring up to defend the porch steadfast warriors”
-Derek Jarman, Modern Nature-
I wake and watch you breathe. False paradise could be yours or mine. But it’s hard to tell when thoughts elide and moments break like storms for rain – and still you’d say it’s gospel. No pause for how it lands in me, the othering you take to be as anything except destruction. And I can’t hope to find you, free that spirit where we’re falling and the best is yet to come. Lately you are gone. My lost divine, I wanted to be yours.
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beeeeleeee · 9 hours ago
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Last night I had a dream about my great grandmother who passed away about 5 years ago. I don’t remember anything about it, but she was there. As I write this we’re taking her cat to the vet to help her pass. I guess grandmother was coming to take her cat back.
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polymathwithpen · 11 hours ago
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Grief, Loss, and Transition Workshops
Grief, Loss, and Transition Workshops
Workshops Have Value Before signing up for and attending, I knew grief, loss and transition workshops have value. I knew their value from more than an intellectual understanding. I had attended a twelve-week course on three different occasions.  In 2006, my late wife and I attend the classes offered by our church following my mother-in-law’s death.  Spring of 2015, I attended a second time after…
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fadedghost00 · 12 hours ago
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I want to talk to women who have gone through what I’m going through, cause they are the only ones that can possibly relate. But I feel like I would be bothering someone by reaching out to them, cause the only thing I can say just keeps getting repeated. I’m not ok, I don’t know how to cope with this. 
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