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I’m sorry for your loss… of sleep
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Don’t give them ideas. First it’ll be Hidden Loss, then Loss In Loss, then Loss Without Loss, and at that point, what’s left?
It all ends in a loss.
I choke myself so easily these days thinking about how fucckin sad I would be if my grandma died
Me but with my cats.
It would just make me so happy if Kissinger would finally bite it in some horrible way.
I have good news for you.
Some o’ the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain’t got sober yet…
It’s me. I’m the person. The tears are from happiness.
Me but with my dogs
And then proceed to not call them.
How empty my life would be if my partner died is such a constant intrusive thought for me.
It fucking sucks. I’ll be at work helping a customer and then bam, tears streaming down my face mid sentence.
That you think is still alive.
Seeing squid ward in spongebobs bed is a bit weird
Literally me
Hey now, imagining the death of a close relative can be hard on you. Just imagine the pure emptiness you would feel if your closest family member died.
Coming up with eulogies for awful but still living people is hella therapeutic though.
Some of the fastest healing I ever did was finding a way to succinctly explain the impact someone had on the generations of lives around them.
