Are U Ok I Crave The Touch Of A Fictional Character Whose Hand Ill Never Hold

“are u ok” i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand I’ll never hold

new pic of Tobias few days ago in an antique store in Stockholm

god has left the building

I hope we meet again in another life…

a fun moment of pet grief.

so i've experienced auditory hallucinations on and off since i was a teenager, and in a particularly bad period some years ago where i would regularly be convinced i could hear strangers in my house, i developed a coping strategy of saying "no one here, ralf" out loud to my dog. i don't know where it came from, and it didn't stop them, but it gave me a way to redirect my thinking in the moment.

anyway. long story short, i just involuntarily said it for the first time in years in a moment of anxiety and was immediately hit by a new crushing reminder. guess i was right. there really is no one here.

in other words: grief is dumb and i miss my dog.

Detail — Portrait of Philippe de Croy (1460) by Rogier van der Weyden † Savonarola by Michael Hussar