Just one day at a time, and there’s no doing a good job or a bad job. You’ve lost a part of your family and you just need to grieve how ever you feel you should.
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when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a boy and i’m a girl, shouldn’t we like each other?“
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
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How does one even go about dealing with pet loss because I feel like I’m not doing a very good job.
“I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”” — From What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences. : AskReddit (via brocatus)
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This is a photo of my friend, Apollo, back from when he was still a happy, healthy doggy. A gift from my parents for my young whiny kid self, he was there for me for the past 17 years.
A Beautiful Ring Tailed Lemur | Madagascar (by Renato Granieri)
Forest Light by Stefan Amm
Yay for a source!
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