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@melanciacego
Fri may 29, 2026 - 12.14 a.m.
I've been crying a lot today. Have been unwell for a few weeks. Emotional. Fragile. Today i read about a lot of sad stories. I've considered my little dogs mortality and how close we are. Im just sad. I miss so much, my brother, my peg, my health, hope.
I need to take steps to feel better.
8.3.25
Today is the last day King of the Hill exists without newer episodes. Newer episodes that my older brother and I can't watch together, and that even the shows universe evolves past 2009, something I oddly took a lot of comfort in. Today is bittersweet. Miss you so much, B.
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
TODAY
Hoy.
STILL APPLIES IN PACIFIC STANDARD TIME!!
Today is Thursday March 20th, 2025. Logged in solely for this meme. I even have an alarm.
17 birthdays and 15 years without you. A decade and a half and so much has changed. I have grey hair, we are all older than you, dad has become so frail, mom is so small.
I resent your stubbornness, your depression, your terrible choices. I miss you most. Feliz Cumpleaños, Nejes. 《No te olvidado, yo te llevo dentro, hasta la raíz.》
It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
September 2nd, 2023 - a decade of anonymity, somewhat.
Today’s the only day you can reblog this until next year guys.
Reporting live from the age of 37. Is that too old to be blogging out into the ether? Anonymously, mostly. Been feeling pretty old lately. Hadnt really fully registered how close to 40 I am approaching.
Feeling maladjusted lately. Got two vehicle citations in the last 2 weeks because I've been distracted from work. I've misplaced my wallet since Saturday and have no clue where it could be. In the process of cleaning out my bathroom because I want to remodel it. It's been difficult these last few months with just Butters and I. I miss Pegasus so much. Halloween wasn't the same, the annual Christmas photo won't be either. Still grateful that Butters is hanging on with me, it's just very different. He also lost a life partner of 14+ years.
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
I need the good energy.
if i tell yall what i did on the tram today yall would call it a fake tumblr story i think
so it helps to know that my mindset at the time was influenced by having been transphobically sealioned at a temping agency earlier, as well as spontaneously turning up to a different temping agency without an appointment & actually landing with them after THOSE guys turned out to be cool.
I was on the tram (crowded tram) (just after 11 AM) on my way home full of adrenaline still, and saw my dad eating a banana on the platform. I could get out of the tram to say hi, but then i'd miss the tram, or worse, hold it up. What i COULD do, however, is sprint out of the tram as soon as the door opens, take a bite from the banana my dad is holding, and SPRINT back into the tram before the doors close. So That Is What I Did.
unfortunately now roughly half of the passengers of the tram were looking at me like I was suddenly some sort of feral spirit of hunger or perhaps a strange insect of some sort.* Fortunately, the truth was also the ONE sequence of words that could make what they had just witnessed okay. I went "das ist mein papa!!!" which is german for "thats my dad!!!!!"
My dad seemed genuinely delighted by this btw. the look on his face was fucking PRICELESS
i would like to beat the little german boy accusations based on my behavior before they arise. i am in fact a tall german trans girl.
however in everything except body i AM calvin from calvin & hobbes
Universe keep this peep blessed
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“Children like being frightened by fairy tales. They have an inborn need to experience powerful emotions. Andersen scared children, but I’m certain that none of them held it against him, not even after they grew up. His marvelous tales abound in indubitably supernatural beings, not to mention talking animals and loquacious buckets. Not everyone in this brotherhood is harmless and well-disposed. The character who turns up most often is death, an implacable individual who steals unexpectedly into the very heart of happiness and carries off the best, the most beloved. Andersen took children seriously. He speaks to them not only about life’s joyous adventures, but about its woes, its miseries, its often undeserved defeats. His fairy tales, peopled with fantastic creatures, are more realistic than whole tons of today’s stories for children, which fret about verisimilitude and avoid wonders like the plague. Andersen had the courage to write stories with unhappy endings. He didn’t believe that you should try to be good because it pays (as today’s moral tales insistently advertise, though it doesn’t necessarily turn out that way in real life), but because evil stems from intellectual and emotional stuntedness and is the one form of poverty that should be shunned.”
— Wisława Szymborska, as quoted by Maria Popova in “The Importance of Being Scared: Polish Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska on Fairy Tales and the Necessity of Fear“ (via thehiddenbaroness)
Nice.
tumblrs sex bots are lj's ruski bots. I wanna retreat to blurty or xanga
#Not enough spam bots, #follow my unpopular tumblr
Facts are facts!
10.22.22: mom sang and told me that dad used to sing "Papá Elefante" by El Cri-cri to B. I never knew this!
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Completely logical sense. YES.
The state of the US is in shambles. I don't even know if I even have enough fight in me to remind people to go out and rock the vote in LA.
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An Update:
The little dogs had their respective surgeries 2 Sundays ago, May 29th. Butters had 5 teeth removed (including a K9!) And a non-benign mass (pathology confirmed) on his left upper gum. 5 days of antibiotics and 3 days of 2 tyoes of pain meds. When i picked them both up, Butters was awake and upset- barking.
Pegasus had 3 fatty tumors removed, 2 on his hip and the one he opened often by rubbing his face against everything and anything on walks that was located dead center on his forehead. They also removed two small excess tissue masses that he was born with on his bottom right eyelid. Peggy's was a high risk procedure despite being somewhat cosmetic (the forehead one was my fear that would one day be infected) because his liver levels are still high. He's gone on a meatless-non-human food diet since March. It's been hard to not give him anything since he is such a little beggar (Thanks dad!) but his and Butters' treats are now strictly dental, freeze dried chicken or baby carrots.
Made another sign back in April. My home is real political.
First things first:
Mom's indestructible 25 year old dryer required maintenance this week. My younger brother fixed it by replacing a part and in doing so cleaned out some accumulated dustbunnies and found over $35 in coins in some bottom compartment. Mom told me all about it over the phone and I mentioned to her that I bet the majority of those coins weren't past 2009 coins; sure enough she told me that at of the 55 quarters she found only 12 are from years after 2009.
2009 is the year my older brother was murdered. I miss him so much, that fool constantly left his change in jars and would clean his clothes in the middle of the night and always made excuses to wake people up to take out their own clothes from the dryer cuz he was afraid of touching other people's underwear. his pockets were always full of change and he always forgot to take out his coins. Those 55 quarters were his. I asked her to keep them and she told me she'd keep them in a jar.
Urgh, I miss you so much Nejes, it sucks and it hurts and I hate you for it.
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In unrelated news too, the "Made in the USA" can opener that M gifted my mom in 2007 finally died. Even after divorcing the man in 2015, mom still coveted this dumbass can opener and I am so happy she had to finally replace it because it rusted. He used to claim his would last forever and moms too. Happy to know it has been recycled.
