It’s been 17 years this year since my grandma passed away, 15 since my grandpa. I was 7 and 9 respectively when I lost them. The older I get the more like a punch it feels because I’ve lived a whole live without them, I’d already lost a chunk of my support network before I was even in double digits.
What hurts the most is I can’t remember them. I can’t remember their voices, or their laughs, or things we did together. I remember the year and a half between them passing flying by but I can’t remember their laughs. I feel like I’m missing a chunk of me and I’ll never be able to get it back. I wish I’d had the chance to get to know them as people, to talk to them as an adult. I’d give anything for just an hour, I just want to know if they’d be proud of me.
"gay or european" also goes for middle-aged women btw. that lady with short hair no makeup and sneakers isn't a lesbian she's just german
Reblog and tag with how old u are maybe too? Or what ur job is? Just trying to get a feel for where i land on this site.
School doesnt look like a word rn
which is definitely not an omen
I wish to present my own little cats
ummm . to love a little cat is to see the face of god
Jonathan Glazer’s speech was brave and heartfelt, and at the biggest moment of his career. Thank you to him and to all of our Jewish brothers, sisters and siblings who are putting their careers and relationships on the line for the truth. Your voice is so important.
explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.
go!
haha
Everytime I recognise someone in a film or on tv, it’s nearly always from call the midwife
British television is my MCU