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something sensual, desperate, no actually this post doesn't work in english. Mir muss möglichst bald etwas Verzehrendes, Schmelzendes, Errötendes, Filigranes, Bebendes, Flügelschlag-Zartes passieren. Und es muss lgbt sein. bitte.

#can't do dirty talk in my mother tongue #this is how i feel except it's brazilian Portuguese

lieaday

heart shaped forget-me-nots

hidingundermicroscopes

saint-ambrosef

my mom's car broke down when my parents stopped by to see us the other week, and since i haven't been driving lately i told them they could borrow my car to drive around until hers was out of the shop.

she returned it to me last week. while that had it, my dad has taken it upon himself to vacuum the upholstery, clean the interior surfaces, buff off the peeling clear coat, give it a wash, fix my broken door latch, restore the foggy headlight, and order a new shift knob for me (the current had cracked with age). without being asked.

i hope i am half as good of a parent.

bunneis

Silly Symphony - The Goddess of Spring (1934)

shakespearesdaughters

your-royal-momoness

localpubliclibrary

It’s ONLY rotten work if it’s you. With everyone else it’s pretty chill actually

sawakow

Princess Rosalina ୨ৎ

hawkeyedflame

it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner

hawkeyedflame

when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.

when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.

what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.

hawkeyedflame

i wrote this post because my brother had taken the necklace off to go to an amusement park--fearful of losing it on a roller coaster, he had left it at home. but by the end of the day, it had slipped his mind that he'd left it on his dresser. it was a thoughtful action in the moment, but quickly forgotten. we were still at the park when he reached absentmindedly for the chain to toy with it, a habit he had picked up almost immediately after he started wearing it. the panicked look that crossed his normally-goofy and un-serious face is still brandished in my brain. he looked for all the world like he was suddenly sucked into an astral void, an event horizon upon which he was crushed instantaneously. i've never seen such fear in his eyes before or after this moment. we assured him that he must have left it at home, but we were all ready to make the three hour drive back tomorrow to scour the park until it showed up. thankfully, it was indeed at home, and when he flew up the stairs to his room and let out a relieved shout, we all released a collective breath.

his best friend passed away nearly five years ago now, from an accidental opioid overdose. he was only 21 years old, addicted to pills he'd been prescribed for oral surgery. my brother stopped experimenting with drugs after that. he even stopped drinking and smoking weed. he got his health together and works hard at being a better man, a better person than the stupid boy he used to be, the boy who messed with drugs and maybe even set the example that killed his best friend. he is 27 years old now and he still wears that necklace every single day. i think, in a way, that love my aunt returned to him, love that was originally his own, i think that saved his life. i really do.

nohoperadio

A good thing you can do with an ulcer or other painful sore inside your mouth is to keep pressing your tongue against it to make it hurt more, or even bother it with your teeth for some reason. You can do a similar thing with bad memories!