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Two tigers support the crown of hope as if protecting it. As long as this place is here, he has a place to return to. It was all for his sake.
ROAD TO HiGH&LOW (2016) dir. Kubo Shigeaki
⚠️‼️WARNING- This is a rant about forgiveness and letting go. Centered around my childhood. I keep a lot of things vague but there's mentions of emotional, slight physical abuse and addiction.‼️⚠️
"How can you still love dad but you can't forgive mom? If anything dad was WORSE"
Maybe. Maybe not. You don't even know a thing.
For starters. I HAVE let go of mom. I let her go a long time ago. When I was turning 13, she called me, crying the same crocodile "I'm getting sober and staying sober" tears. And I told her, straight up.
Don't you EVER contact me again without a one year chip, a letter from a sponsor, and can look me in the eyes without crying your lying tears and tell me you've changed.
I haven't heard from her since.
I learned yesterday she died, twice, but they saved her, both times. I didn't feel a single thing about it. I just kept watching my show "Serves her right" and moved on. Because I do NOT give a fuck about her.
I've let go of a lot of what you all have done, in fact. The only reason I let you stay in my life is the fact y'all are more or less sober and more or less functional.
"But dad is as bad an addict. And he's DONE WORSE"
He is. But has he?
Dad never got high and drunk and screamed in my face about how he can kill me, wants to even.
Sure. Dad did scream in my face. Because words were never our strong suit. Communication something his thick bullhead never learned. Because we're two Taurus who do nothing but lock horns and it's the same as how he was raised. Constantly arguing with his mother.
A big difference between our mother and father?
For starters you two were favored by mother.
Father, blessedly, loved me more than the son he'd prayed for. Because I was the only one of us three who was ready to love him when he stepped in and out of our life.
Know why he stepped in and out? To keep us from seeing his worst.
Where mother deemed it suitable to expose her very young children to the monster she was and then blubber on about how sorry she was without trying to make changes.
Dad never apologized for something if he didn't plan to fix it. And he made leaps and bounds while I was living with him and forcing emotions and communication on him.
He was a functional addict, at least. I never had to worry if he'd black out and miss work or wreck the car, or start choking me, or even raise a hand to me.
I pushed him once. I pushed him and screamed and cussed and asked "What!? You finally gonna hit me!?"
He looked horrified at the very notion.
And I was so pissed off at the moment I just laughed and walked away.
And he made me dinner and asked if I wanted to sit at the table with him.
That's another thing. I didn't get a home cooked meal from mom until she married her bitch of a now ex-wife who I had mutual animosity for.
And yes I'm a hypocrite because he's an addict too.
But he was, some how, bipolar as he was, the most stable part of my life.
He was also there for my most crucial moments.
Before my teenage years I lived on and off with him. Running to him for safety, comfort, privacy and space. And as a teenager I ran to him again for the same things. From mid middle school to mid high school, where life is really starting to make sense and you learn who you are as a person and the people you want in your life. It was HIM. There for the mood swings. And yes he gave as good as he got, but damn did he take a lot.
He's also the only THE ONE Person who didn't let my little brother treat me like trash.
I spent YEARS fighting tooth and nail against him, literally, physically.
Brother came to stay with me and dad briefly and he put my brothers shit to a stop so quickly I got whiplash.
He was my literal one and only defender.
Idk. Maybe I'm crazy, stupid, a hypocrite.
And I wouldn't live with him where he is in life right now. Or even permanently with who he was before my stint with him in my beginning-mid teenager years.
But those hm, four-ish years?
They were the most important.
He taught me love takes work. Patience and understanding and hard sweat blood and tears.
I'll never have the dad I loved back.
So I guess now it's time to let him go, too.
But at least, unlike with mom, I can look back on my dad and think. Know. With 100% certainty and his whole heart. He loved me truly, sincerely, even when I was a raging bitch.
So I'll let go. But I don't owe a single person my forgiveness. Not even he gets that.
Happy 11th Anniversary to the light and loves of my life! Looking forward to next year when y’all are together and we create many more happy memories together! 💜💜✨🌟🥳
YES.
I can also identify their footsteps on my stairs.
For those who have multiple cats, without being able to see your cat, can you tell which cat just jumped on your bed next to you, much like identifying family footsteps on stairs?
Mika is next to me and my sister
living his best life
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PEONY UPDATE. came home to find them even more beautiful and perfect than they were yesterday. I was a fool and planted clarkia and sweet peas this year, but in the fall I will try for peony bulbs.
PEONY UPDATE. came home to find them even more beautiful and perfect than they were yesterday. I was a fool and planted clarkia and sweet peas this year, but in the fall I will try for peony bulbs.
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Dear beloved friends, My name is Mahmoud Alkhaldi. I am a Palestinian refugee living with my fiancée and family in a catastrophic situation-in tents- in Rafah. However, for 116+ days, me and my family have been under intense bombing and warplanes rockets in the Gaza strip. I’m asking funds to evacuate (5) members of my family from Gaza to a safe place in Egypt, including my younger brother (Mohammed, his wife, and his 1 and half year son Yasser), and me and my fiancée Sujood). It could be very expensive and costly to evacuate a war zone at a miserable time like this. We will need approximately $50000 and a lot of prayers
My home was cozy, beautiful, and warm before the war. Here is some pictures for our house before the war
Our home was targeted in a tank bombing on the 25th of November 2023 that left it unlivable, along with the entire neighborhood of Al-Burij refugee camp, in Gaza City.
When we returned back to our home to get some needed itemsand clothes, we found that Israeli soldiers also steal our belongings. Since that day, my family has been sleeping in a miserable tent in Rafah, in the south of Gaza, which has become a home for all people from the Gaza strip, whose homes were also destroyed by airstrikes, but they have survived thus far.
I can't express how useless and depressed we felt after finding out what they'd been through and are currently going through. Each moment, we worry about losing them. Without connection settings, we cannot constantly contact them. During the moment of typing, over 25,0000 individuals have been killed in Gaza. They are without electrical power or heating for a period of three months, food is limited, and their drinking water is unsafe for human consumption. My family's only hope is to evacuate to to a safer place out of Gaza. My family went through the loss of several friends, and many of them have lost their spouses and children. I am afraid of losing my family. They are the light that leads me through my life. I cannot live or survive without them.
The expenses of travel for 5 people are as follows:
• $50000 for the boarding pass (Egyptian coordination) to pass Rafah border, 10000$ for each person.
We are need your help and support in raising $50000 to transport them from Gaza to Egypt. Once the cash are put in the US bank account, they will be deposited to my family's bank account. He intended to utilize the funds to cover the costs of going to Egypt as soon as feasibl
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Top of Guadalupe Peak, 8,751 ft. Me, wife Karen, daughter’s fiancée Glenn, son Michael, & daughter Shellie. Sadly my wife died in 2019
its so unfortunate when different peoples neurodivergent traits clash horribly. like yes i totally understand that the man at the other table cant control his stimming and loud vocal tics and i think he deserves to have a nice day out at a restaraunt without judgement. however if i dont remove myself from the audible vicinity in the next 20 seconds i will explode.
This is me, my siblings, and my cousins when we have a pillow fight But I mostly think of raph and mickey like this.
A typical Raph and Mikey pillow fight:
Mikey’s a tough one to pin down!
Source: Daniel Labelle on TikTok
— So this Draupnir spear... you are prepared to use it? — To protect Atreus. I am no one's champion but his.
Tagged by @startistdoodles to answer some questions :3c
“List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutual and followers.“
1. Talking with/giving gifts to my friends
2. Making people happy
3. Drawing/Animating
4. Video Games
5. Delicious food (esp sweets)
Tagged
I was tagged by @ab-arts to answer the following prompt:
“List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutual and followers.“
1. Cats 💕
2. Spending time with friends
3. Drawing and sharing my art with people
4. Going out to eat
5. Playing video games
And I’ll tag @halfusek, @junebird24, @hat-engineer, @inktuition, and @science5life if you guys want to share too <3
No wonder Rudolph is so insane who in the right mind paints their walls fucking bright yellow
