#thinking about dad

[angel0fdepravity]

Daughter who scrolls Tumblr and touches herself under the blankie while Dad makes popcorn thinking her Dad will never notice

And

Dad who comes back and cuddles up close and catches a whiff of the same scent they smell on their daughters panties when they rifle through their daughters laundry for something to jerk off with

ʚ♡ɞ

[foreverdolly]

One thing that helped me with the aftermath of dealing with family members passing was people who brought meals. We obviously cannot bring you any but do you have a Venmo account we can send you $$$ so you can order food or something?🤍

i live two hours from home, so i've been eating out every night to be honest hahaha.

this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever sent to me. i'm so sorry for your loss as well, especially if it was a grandparent or parent. a lot has happened to be in my life and i've always been naive enough to think "this can't get worse. no pain can be worse than this", and it truly does get worse. someone messaged me on here and said "it hurts so bad because you loved him so much" and it's making me feel a lot better. my dad was always my favorite parent, despite his addiction. i hope that you've found peace with your loss as well, and one thought that is calming me is knowing that he isn't truly gone. i fully intend on making him proud, and i know that you're doing the same with your loved one.

please do not feel pressured to send me anything at all. i know money is tight for everyone right now because of the shitty economy, but my venmo is "Sunny-Doll". anything would be truly appreciated since i had to call out of work thursday and friday ;;-;;

[foreverdolly]

I am so sorry hon, I can't imagine what youre going through right now. sending you all the love and support in the world ❤️❤️

thank you so much for thinking of me and messaging. this is so hard but having you all during this time is truly a blessing. much love to you, angel.

[directingourvision-blog]

I memorized my father's birthday the day

his heart clogged like a bad pool pump

and turned his veins black with sludge.

No, I'm lying.

His heart has always kept working.

It was the day I ate ice cream for three meals

and forgot to ask when my father was not home

to scoop extra strawberry from the neopolitan

(extra chocolate for my sister).

No, it was the day his every cell panic attacked

without the cigarettes

no, without the nicotine;

when his throat itched a weird flavor

and his pupils blew bubbles in themselves,

and his heart

his heart swallowed hard and came up

unsatiated. 

No, I'm lying.