Hey there! Just checking in on you, it's been a while. I hope you're still breathing, I understand it's probably still chaos and you're still waiting to wake up from the nightmare of losing your mom. Just remember, whatever feelings and/or thoughts you have are normal. We all grieve in different ways and there are no right or wrong ways. That includes the "she's my mom" thing, don't feel guilty about that.
It seems like you haven't just lost your mom, but also your best friend and that's even more difficult and shitty. Just remember to take care of yourself and keep breathing, especially those days when you're wondering "wtf is the point of breathing". While we don't know each other, you have my sincerest condolences and my deepest sympathy.
Be good to yourself!
sweetie!! hi!! I'm so sorry I missed your message I logged myself out of tumblr by accident while I was staying with my sister. I miss mum so much everyday but watching my niece grow has been so healing. seeing her little smiley face every morning gave me that feeling of "how can I be sad" yk?
I was coping well with the "she's my mum" thing until Christmas Day but every time I felt sad or annoyed I just picked up El and she'd give me a gummy grin and it helped. so much.
you're so right in that I lost my best friend too but I've been so fortunate in that while staying with my sister I made plenty of new friends, people who understood what I was going through and took such good care of me.
thank you so much for checking in and for all your advice and support. I appreciate it so so much. you're such a kind soul and I'm so grateful for you. I hope the end of 2023 was kind to you and that 2024 has been good to you
love you, thinking about you a lot. angry at the world for you, but i hope things are kinder now. i’ll keep hoping if you’ve no strength to do that for yourself. just thinking and hoping 🤍
dio dio dio. my lovely. thank you so much for checking in on me. I'm so sorry I missed your message. I logged myself out of tumblr by accident while I was staying with my sister and her family. watching my niece grow over the past few months has been so healing for me. I know I'd be in a worse place without her beautiful little smile grinning up at me each morning. I so hope you've been doing well. I hope 2023 ended in the best way possible for you and that 2024 has been taking good care of you 🤍
Okay so my niece was born yesterday (finally!!) so obviously there's a lot of baby holding and oohing and ahhing over the little bundle of joy but all my brain can think about is...
Eddie seeing Steve hold a baby for the first time!!
Like idk maybe Joyce and Hop have a little one, maybe one of the kids get knocked up somehow, maybe Steve just finds he likes volunteering at the hospital and one day there's a preemie who needs skin to skin or whatever...
And I'm just picturing the look of pure joy and wonder on Steve's face as he looks up at Eddie with that "have you seen this?" look and Eddie just being like okay how fast can I make Steve a dad bc that's a look I need to see every day for the rest of my life
May you write 1,500 words with ease. May your characters be lively and not cardboard. May you need little editing. May your muse visit you as soon as you sit. May the Internet not distract you much. May your phone lie dormant while you write.
If your blog is empty, has no sort of title, and a picture of a real-life woman as its pfp (as opposed to a cartoon or something), you're getting reported as a spam blog. Sorry for anyone caught in the crossfire, but the bots have been very persistent lately.
"How do I stop being scared of-" You do it scared. The courage arrives WITH the action, not before it. Don't wait to feel confident before you act because the key to confidence is usually doing the thing while still scared as fuck
the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….
except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.
You're a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He's not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.