Dearest friends ♡
I deleted my new blog, and came here to delete this one as well.
As I am going to be honest, and say I am dealing with a lot.
My father, who I have mentioned before is in hospice, took a turn for the worst, and is getting closer to the end I think.
I have to work, study, and take care of many others.
The pressure to reply to asks, comments, and post outfits when I am struggling .. has been a lot. I do not want to let anyone down, but am not feeling as social with all that is happening.
I wanted a bit of peace, comfort, and time to myself during what has been a very difficult time in my life honestly.
Losing my father is .. I cannot describe what it has been like or the sort of grief I have been trying to manage.
There are some genuinely wonderful people here though, who appreciate me being here and brighten my day.
I love, and am so SO very thankful for those sweet friends ♡
So for you I would like to stay! I am not sure what that looks like right now, whether it is fixing up this blog to my comfort level or creating a new one, but I will think about it.
Will you please pray for me, and my father, during this time though?
Giving a big hug, and lots and *lots* of love to every kind and wonderful soul here — Rosy xo
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listen i know the reason you cant actually carry people and hug the characters is due to game coding and the wide range of player characters sizes but. in my head it's WoL who picks up alisiae. why am i big and strong if i cannot pick up my new baby sister. this is a travesty. also i am emotionally compromised.
started shadowbringers and wow i can't beleive how fast that chemistry developed
Update:
so uh. that happened.
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nightmares have rendered me unable to sleep once again so i've been dancing in my room to Elvis music pretending K is dancing w/ me for the past 45 minutes. I think it'd be his way of trying to make me feel better. he isn't very experienced with comforting others but he hears me gasp awake, hears me crying. he knows the drill by now. he immediately gets up. takes my hands and pulls me out of bed. asks me if i want to talk about it, and if i don't, he turns on some music and swirls us around. he mimics elvis' voice while singing to the songs, knowing it'll make me laugh. when i finally do, he's smiling, saying very gently "there you are, sweetheart... there's my girl"
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