when you share the joys of being a system with somebody who understands you better than other systems had, who tells you the reason they won’t leave this state is because every time they want to you tell them things to make them think and not act impulsively… when your best friend is someone who is just aa traumatized as you are but reminds you its okay because they’re going to continue to learn to understand the way you speak… someone you can actually cry on without this intense feeling of guilt, or asking yourself, what did i do wrong?
Glad y'all can find a piece of yourself in my blog. I love many things and to see people reblog and like my posts is super cool. Enjoy your time here guys, there are plenty things to see haha 🤍
(also to the people that have similar interests and feel they don’t belong. Hey there! 🤍)
It’s been a whole year since my heart rat Moose left me.
We went to a small national park an hour drive away from where we lived and buried him sneakily under a shaggy bush. It’s pretty dry there and he was in a wooden casket a friend had made by hand. So I don’t know if he’s at the skeletonization stage yet. But I hoped he’ll become part of that bush in some way.
Okay guys, I don’t know how much Gambit y'all have done but I had actually stopped for a while once I realized that while I love bestie, he sucks to play with. Why? Because he’s super competitive and once I get more than him, he switches gears and becomes the worst mote thief/kill hog. By the time we get to the very last match, I’m ready to do something else that doesn’t involve him.
He does it because that’s the way his brother is as well. He would love to point out every time he did more damage, got more kills, etcetera. They both used to compete in tournaments long ago and it’s the only way they know how to play.
We were comparing stuff and this is something he’s nowhere near completing since he focuses more on invading. Since I’m getting my Gambit done while he’s doing Crucible, the amount of motes that I’ve banked per match have gotten pretty decent.
Just as I sometimes look back at past me and wish I could hold her, I know future me wished she could do the same. I know she’s embracing me from somewhere in the future. I hold on for her. I keep going for her. For me!!
Oblivious part 5 won’t be posted today due to personal reasons and I will not be active until I post the next part on Tuesday at 3 pm PST. I hope you can understand, I’ve been having a difficult time lately and this short break is much needed for me. New part coming soon, ily. <3
If I could, I would totally get the bottom section stitched onto a mask.
Ugh, but the only person I know with an embroidery machine is my sister who I haven’t spoken to in a year.