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cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity
Some of my favorite things from when I worked landscaping at a small town cemetery:
The things that got left on graves. 6-packs of beer, little boxes of chocolates or cookies, the occasional large Tim Hortons double double. My favorite was the one grave that on a Monday would always have a 6-pack with one can missing. Someone visited regularly and had a drink while they were there.
The veterans section, and how it was almost empty. Not that there weren’t veterans buried in the cemetery; there were tons, but they were buried beside their wives in family plots. Most of these guys went away for WW2, survived, came home, and were buried decades later, with people they loved, the rank carved on their headstone less important than the names of the children and grandchildren who remember them.
The way standing headstones make you take the time to trim the weeds around them every time you cut the grass, and give you the chance to slow down and read the inscriptions. There was probably a time I knew every name there.
The small metal markers in the back rows, only labeled with numbers. They took the place of old wooden crosses when the town was a little farming village. Somewhere in the museum they probably have a record of who was buried under each, but I never saw it.
The big plastic flower wreath (the kind people decorate wedding cars with) that spelled “MOM”. She was young, and her grave was so new she didn’t have a headstone yet. She had 5 little kids, and they’d made it for her.
The stones lined up by the landscaping shed, carved with their inscriptions and waiting for their graves to settle so we could place them. The little printed or hand-decorated paper signs loved ones taped to the temporary plaques they would replace.
The guerrilla wildflowers planted around grave markers. We weren’t supposed to leave them when we cut the grass, but we tried to anyway.
Walking through the tiny local museum and putting faces and items to the names I knew from grave markers. Esme and her room full of quilts and knitting. The old veterans who lived to their 80s and 90s, fresh-faced in pressed new uniforms before they left for the war more than half a century ago. Pictures of young couples grinning in front of houses I recognised from my recycling pickup rounds, whose names I recognised from their shared plots.
The signs of life among the dead: lawn chair prints in the grass, kid’s snack wrappers that didn’t quite make it into the trash, elastic bands from bouquets, a place where someone sat cross-legged in the grass long enough to leave an imprint, a family’s worth of footprints in the muddy roadway.
Cemeteries may house the dead, but they exist for the living, and they’re a fascinating place where life and death exist side by side. There’s something really cool about a place where the dead are remembered and the living feel less alone because of it.
how do people even edit shit anymore is everyone still using photoshop 😭
how do people write on here anymore i haven't been here in so long and everything has changed so much
why are there no ninth house rpgs this is slander
"Hold my hand." Prompts
Reach for the other’s hand. “Let me hold that for you.”
Wear gloves to hide their hideous hands and only take them off if they truly trust the other and want to feel their warmth/skin.
See that the other’s hand trembles and reach out to hold it.
“You look like someone who wants to hold my hand.”
Platonic handholding that… doesn’t feel completely platonic.
“I guess we have to hold onto each other for this part.” “…” “Believe me, I don’t like it any more than you do.”
“I’m right here.”
Hands brushing against one another until fingers intertwine.
Secret hand holding (e.g. underneath the table).
“Do you want to hold my hand?”
Swinging the arm while holding hands.
Refusing to part with the other, holding their hand for as long as they can.
“Sorry. They are a bit sweaty/cold/etc.”
Recognize the other by how their hand feels in theirs.
Doing stuff while still holding the hand of the other is difficult, yet, as it turns out, not impossible.
“Awww. Do you need me to hold your hand?” “Shut up.”
See partner/crush/etc. hold hands with someone (else).
“Let me warm them for you.”
Grabbing someone’s hand as they move away.
Always hoped the other would initiate body contact. Yet when they finally do, it’s rather… unsatisfying.
“Hold my hand.” “?” “Just do it. (…Please?)”
A quick squeeze of the hand before they pull away.
Want to hold the other’s hand for comfort but restrain themself because they are aware that the other doesn’t like PDA.
Move through the crowd while holding hands so as to not lose one another – and not letting go afterwards.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” “No, it’s fine. I… liked it.”
Turning a kiss on the back of the hand/cleaning the other’s fingers/admiring their nail polish/etc. into handholding in a single fluid movement that momentarily stops the heart.
Subconsciously reach out to the other (, only to pull the hand back at the last moment).
“I’ll (even) hold your hand(s) if that’s what it takes.” (“Who knew you were such a romantic?”)
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❝ …and I told myself they needed me. but that wasn’t true. that’s a lie. they didn’t need me. i needed them. i needed them. ❞
me? making another jimothy hopper blog? yeah.
I hope the sun explodes. Sorry. I hope it explodes and we see it explode and then for months or years we'll wait for the blast to reach us and we'll have to live with the knowledge that it is coming and we couldntve done anything to prevent it. Sorry, i dont mean it. I hope despite trying to find solace in the fact that nothing can be done we will never come to terms with it. Amd then ww all die. Ok sorry ill go now bye *gets carried off by a predatory bird*
To everyone telling me that the time would be shorter, youre wrong, i researched this and we'd actually have about 60 years or so, there would be childern being born into a cold doomed world with no sun. There would be marriage and funerals performed with a huge blast cloud in the sky, creeping closer and closer. And actually before it reached us the earth would have fallen out of orbit so it would start getting colder and colder everywhere. It would become extremely cold before the heat of the explosion suddenly hit us. It would be like finding love for the first time in a car falling off a cliff into the sea. I watched a video essay about it
it’s been three fucking years since stranger things season 3 and i can’t believe i was right about how hopped survived all along
I don’t get mad anymore, I just get really quiet. Why keep talking when nobody is really listening to you?
Looks like Aloy finally met the one who was mean to Beta. This is going to be a very angry tea party. — Really like their hero and creepy ally/final boss interaction. Especially this scene and the contrast in it.
My spouse and I just had one of those “wait your brain works HOW?” exchanges, and now I am BURNING TO KNOW HOW IT WORKS FOR OTHER PEOPLE:
Fellow speakers of this feral bastard language (English), rb and tell me in the tags: what is the delineation for you, if any, between evening and night?
reposting because i moved blogs but in the source link is a page with all of my public playlists made for musings !! there's various playlists for all of my personal favorite vibes / tropes / ships and i'm adding more playlists and songs constantly. currently, totaling all the songs in every playlist as of posting this there is over 530 songs. it's impossible to not find something in here to write to, draw inspo from, add to your own muse / ship playlists and discover some new music while you're at it. if you want a specific playlist / vibe added to this list please lemme know, my askbox is always open. reblog to recharge someones writing muse and cure that writers block !!
