#forgotten things

[letempsdelamourr]

[someshitguy]

Air. Thick with exhaust and stale perfume hangs heavy in the 224 bus like a memory that could never be scrubbed clean. The kind of air that lingers in forgotten places - laundromats at midnight, the backseat of a car baked by the sun, a theater hours after the final curtain call. A heavy, tired, musty air full of ghosts.

A velvet hat adjusts its brim downward, faded by the sunlight of too many trips on this bus but still carrying the shape of the head which once held her, pressed into her very fabric.

Gazing at her across the aisle is a blue m&m, her once brilliant blue shell worn and cracked. Through a slight chip in her coat can be seen a rich chocolate center. She's cracked, yes, but still sweet. Still believing.

The bus hisses to a stop in the late afternoon haze of North Hollywood, taking on no one. Taking on nothing.

"You don't get it Emmy. She doesn't want saving. She wants to fade. Like we all do." Coughes a piece of lint wrapped around a fossilized breadcrumb. He watched the others with the silent despair of someone who had stopped hoping long ago.

Emmy cried "Please. You're more than that. You're not just something someone left behind! You're..." "Loved?" replied Harriet, sharply. "Wanted?" "You're real," she said. "To me that's enough."

Harriet didn't answer, but her ribbon shuddered.

A yellowing army figurine spoke up "Real? You don't know what real is. I've watched a Barbie melt to death on the back seat. I've seen a Hotwheel scream until his axle snapped. And I've seen her" he gestured at Harriet "ride this route for seven years, waiting to be worn again. No one came. No one ever comes for us. This bus is a mausoleum, and I'm burning it down"

[thedaydreamersmenagerie]

There are so many forgotten things in the ocean. Glass… docks… buildings…

Some sea glass and quartz found on the shoreline. The ocean always gives up such beautiful treasures 🩵

[thelasthippie]

Ships cemetery. Japan.

Forgotten things are specially beauty ☮️

[angkasaarkananta]

Bunny (1-4)

Bonus of the bunny my friend and I saw on the ground that had me wondering its story 🖤

[wild-e-eep]

box o' bottles

[bethdehart]

Jean, Niri, and Hester

Character designs for a project I’m working on (Called Forgotten Things unless I change my mind). Jean and Hester are creatures called trinkets and stand at about 3-4 inches tall! Niri is a wisp and is just a lil thing. I like them a lot aaa.

[ID: A sketch of two humanoid characters and a much smaller vaguely humanoid character. The two larger ones are labeled ‘Jean’ and ‘Hester’, while the smaller one is labeled ‘Niri’. Jean and Hester both have pointed ears, clawed hands and feet, tails, and sharp teeth. Jean has black skin and dark brown/black curly hair. She is wearing overalls over a sweater, and has a binder clip pulling her hair back. Hester has white skin with dirty-blonde short straight hair. She is wearing a green sweater with brown pants. She has a drawstring pouch for a backpack. Niri is not much more than a small white glowing thing with black eyes.]

[futurebird]

I think if you grew up in the midwest and baptist it was mandatory that you had a weird uncle with one of those plaques with the "footprints" story ... This story always felt like a forwarded email ... before emails existed. The whole ending "no that's when I carried you" has a "but who was phone?" quality that ... I guess I can't resist.

At the end of her life an ant saw a shoreline representing her life. along it 12 footprints for the ant-christ walked beside her. But, in the worst parts of her life there were only 6! "Why did you abandon me O ant-christ in my hour of need?" "Abandon you, Sister? No, that is when I carried you."

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