The thing about being an adult is having adult money and making adult purchases and the ability to buy another house with the perfect amount of land and the perfect house but in the NOT so perfect location but wanting it anyway 🥴
I just CLOCKED my roster with a half full beer then called for my dog and she chased him through the yard.
One day he’s gonna learn or he’s gonna be dinner.
My dads headstone is finally up and that chapter is finally closed and I am NOT OKAY. The memories, emotions, and the phone call I got have been on reply. I sat with him for 2 hrs yesterday screaming about how real it feels now.
can i be soooo real:
the fact that the submersible guys died without being able to perceive the process of dying is sooooo trippy to me.
like it genuinely fucks with my mind that it happened faster than their brains would be able to process it. and also that they disintegrated
Anytime I get the call of someone passing, it instantly throws me back to the day I got the call for my dad and I just spiral all over again.
WE ARE ALL SUPPOSED TO HAVE LONGER ITS UNFAIR!
I’ve always said it’s unsettling to see people refer to their pets as their children and earnestly use the term “dog mom/dad.” These people actually equate animals with humans and it’s disturbing.