(dis)comfort in your absence.
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(dis)comfort in your absence.
I actually know this author IRL, and trust me, this was only half the stuff that went down in those 2 years.
If I had a nickel for every time a hyperfix on a bespectacled blond dork was the only thing getting me through grief, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice in less than a year.
also new blog drop that isn’t ready yet
my first song
is finally !!
HERE !!!!!
TW (In the visuals): Dolls, injury, staring
CW (In the song): Death, mentions of domestic and physical abuse, loss and brief injury.
Two boys | sixtypages on Insta
Warning here for talking about irl loss of a pet
Hi you guys, I've been a bit inactive for the better half of the last week for two very, very opposite reasons.
The good news: I got a job! I signed the contract today and I start on Monday, so I'll finally be bringing in money again.
The bad news: My family dog was diagnosed with cancer back around Christmas and just passed away after 13 wonderful years with him. Especially living overseas, it's been tough to accept and grieve that loss.
So! I've been feeling a lot the past week. It might be a second before I get fully active again, but if you guys have anything cute to drop in my ask box or messages it would much appreciated (pictures of your own pets are also very encouraged !!) <3
Lots of love always! I'll be back to my usual posting here in a little while.
The worst part of having had a girlfriend who died when I was 17 (traumatic backstory, you're welcome) is that I made a playlist of the songs we used to love. Which is all well and good, except that now Spotify thinks I unironicaly like Ed Sheeran.
Go away. Shoo. I do not care about another redheaded white man with the world's most boring tattoos. "Photograph" and "Give Me Love" were bangers, and she liked "Perfect" bc she could fantasize about coming out.
I am 24 now. I do not care that he put out another album. I do not care. Leave me in peace.