My mom kept everything she’s found in the washing machine the past ten years and made it into an art piece. It’s basically an awesome portrait of what it’s like for two girls growing up in the late 90s/early 2000s.
thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them
I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.
A customer contacted our team with questions, and then finished their email with: "I am daunted by the complexities and unknowns." I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
I am probably gonna be such an annoying broken record but I never expected this in a million years. And Pip hasn't chewed sticks or dug holes or played in the yard since SHE was a baby. It's like she's a puppy again. She lost a lot of her young adulthood and prime to illness and injury so seeing her get to have fun like this has admittedly brought me to tears multiple times. I'm just so happy.
honestly super proud of this little guy today 💖 we’ve spent months working on building his drive and working on engaging him in our barn hunt sessions and he’s really come such a long way