It’s Crazy How I Don’t Know What Any Of You Do For School/uni/work? Who Are You Guys Outside Of Tumblr?

POLLS!!!!!

A piece I’ve been meditating over off and on this month. My head is full of skeletons recently <3

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.

I am a virgin Eddie truther and no one can take it away from me

put in the tags:

your first concert

your last concert

your next concert

your favourite concert

Don’t listen to Slipping Through My Fingers and imagine Steve and Dustin before Dustin goes off to college

appreciation post for Ted’s new phrases of exasperation