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chumby4life

Dear Human, Please Don't Cry

Your tears taste salty when I lick them away

Would it help you feel better if we went outside to play?

I can’t get up as quickly as I used to

But I’ll always come when you call

My eyes aren’t what they used to be

But I’ll do my best to bring back the ball

I don’t know why I’ve changed so much

Could I still curl up with you and feel your touch?

Inside, I’m still the puppy you once knew

Until we meet again, I’ll always wait for you

lunar-heartbeat-art

In the memory of my beloved cat ❤️

She was my world and without her life is not the same. I am still trying to process the grief, so I drew these panels to somehow make sense of this situation.

I used the Nightjar brush from the new brush library from Procreate. I am also working on an animated version of this (which includes an original soundtrack too). Anyways I am grateful for everyone who showed me support and care in the past weeks, it means a lot to me.

kstripling

akeedia

the death of a dog

Langston Hughes, Poem / inanotherunivrse / May Sarton, The House by the Sea / ryebreadgf / Mitski, Two Slow Dancers

missinyouiskillingme

No amount of time with you was ever enough.

myvibesonly91

Nothing tastes the same anymore.

Not the chocolate I once loved, not the Coke Zero I sipped without thinking,

not even the steaks we used to share.

I still keep a piece in the fridge, as if you might wander in at any moment.

Nothing, truly nothing, tastes the same anymore.

I can’t smell the air the way I used to.

It sits heavy in my lungs; breathing feels less like living and more like reaching for something I can’t grasp.

My senses are dimmed, like someone turned the world down. Something in me left with you that day.

I still smile. I still listen. I try to speak with the passion I once had, but the truth is, I don’t want to speak at all.

Every word feels sharp, as if it cuts on its way out.

I try to hold on to the colors I used to see,

but grief arrived like an unwanted winter,

and now everything feels cold and muted.

The only warmth left is the trail of tears that find my cheeks.

And I know that some numbness will remain with me, a quiet shadow that never fully fades.

But I will live as long as I am given,

so I can tell the world about you -

the one who arrived like an unexpected guest

and left by carrying a piece of my soul with him.

I loved you for all of your life.

And I will miss you for all of mine.

MYVIBESONLY - すべての明日で、あなたが恋しい。

softhe4rted

the thing is by Ellen Bass

pure-simulacrum

this is my favorite image

pure-simulacrum

love will never be lost. even if you cant remember, even if you dont want to remember the love will always be there. there is love all around you, love from people you have never met and from people that are long past. it lingers in gravestones, candy wrappers, fingerprints, the dirt beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, and the rain drops falling down on your cheeks. every breath you take is from the same air that once whispered “i love you.” all the people that you see have faces made from generations and generations of people who loved each other. all the trees outside have nests so carefully crafted by a mother who wanted to protect her chicks the best she could. everything is made out of love.

pure-simulacrum

it always really bothered me as a kid when people would act like the “meaning of life” is some big mystery when it was always so clear to me. i knew the meaning of life every night when i laid down beside my parents, i stared into its eyes when i got my first cat, i held its hand each time i crossed the street with my mom, i tasted it when my grandparents gave me candy without my moms permission, i felt it well up in my eyes when my dad moved out, and every time before i hang up my phone i hear it whisper “i love you.”

pure-simulacrum

I LOVE TO LOVE. I LOVE TO FIND LOVE IN EVERY SINGLE MOMENT. I LOVE TO FIND LOVE IN EVERY RAY OF SUNSHINE AND EVERY DROPLET OF RAIN. I LOVE TO HEAR MYSELF LAUGH AND I LOVE TO TASTE THE SALT IN MY TEARS. I LOVE TO LOOK UP AT THE STARS AND I LOVE TO FEEL THE WET GRASS UNDERNEATH MY FEET. I LOVE TO HUG MY MOM. I LOVE TO MAKE MY FRIENDS LAUGH. I LOVE TO BE SORRY AND TO BE ASHAMED. I LOVE TO BE SO HAPPY I MIGHT CRY. I LOVE TO SCREAM UNTIL MY THROAT ACHES AND I LOVE TO LISTEN TO THE SILENCE AFTER. I LOVE TO BE IGNORANT TO WHAT COMES NEXT. I LOVE THAT ME AND THAT DOG CHASING ITS TAIL ARE ONE IN THE SAME. I LOVE THAT I AM A HUMAN AND THAT I AM LIVING ON AN EARTH FILLED WITH BEAUTY BEYOND MEASURE. I LOVE TO LIVE AND I LOVE YOU.

cheruib

breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine

polarcell

the very tumblr specific feeling when there is someone with a completely unfamiliar url, icon and interest on your dash and you're not sure if a beloved mutual has fallen into a hyperfixation hole and changed their entire look and vibe on a whim or if you just accidentally clicked wrong on some post and followed a complete stranger