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Grandma

My grandma had a heart attack a little over a month ago. She had just flown back to Florida after visiting for my cousins communion. She stayed with us while she was here, as she always does, and it was really nice. I didn’t see her for a year and I missed the way she would just stick her tongue out at me and make a little angry face, the way she would walk up to me and just pinch me just to bug me and how we would pretend to punch each other as if we were fighting. I missed all of the hugs and the kisses and the I love you’s. We had our usual conversations about what I was up to lately and what I was going to do about school and a bunch of little conversations here and there, It didn’t feel like a week when it was time for her to fly back to Florida. I’ve never been good with goodbye’s, and until this past Saturday I thought it was the hardest goodbye I’d have for a while. The night after she got back to Florida she had a heart attack. She got admitted to the hospital and they found all these clogs in her arteries. They gave her medication to help with pain and she went through a few procedures, and a few surgeries. We thought she was getting better. Saturday we found out that she wasn’t. My mom told me that she could still hear, and that we should say our goodbyes. I didn’t want to say goodbye to her. I thought about it and couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to my grandma forever. But I did. I called my aunt and she held it to my grandma’s ear. I told her I loved her, I told her I loved every single hug and kiss and poke and pinch and punch. I told her that I was so grateful to have had a grandma like her. I told her that I was going to make sure that My nephew, and my niece, and one day my children would know just how amazing, and beautiful she was. She couldn’t respond so my aunt did for her. A few hours later my mom walked into my room crying, she let me know that my grandma had passed away. We cried for a little while and after my mom left my room I cried for about an hour. I cried later that day, and a little bit the day after. I thought that I had finally come to terms with her passing away. But I didn’t until a little while ago. Just standing around with my family feeling like something was missing. This turned into me rambling at some point and I doubt anyone is even going to find this but whatever. I mean, talking about something is one of the first steps to accepting it right? I don’t know. Bye.

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