Cw Grief - Tumblr Posts
Last year in autumn my cat died. I miss him so much, so I made him as a sim-cat where he will live forever 💙 🐈
His name was Luke, he was nearly 14 years old when he died and for many years he was my best friend. He currently lives with my legacy family. 🍓
I saw this post by @simsofstrawberryhill and wanted to share my cat as well.
My cat's name was Tiger, he passed away last year in May. He was my first cat and belonged to my husband's grandmother before he came to live with us.
He was my best friend and helped me a lot during my mom's end of life. He had the friendly + affectionate + lazy traits.🧡🐅
When he got sick, I wasn't ready for him to go...so I too made him as a sim-cat where he could live forever. He lives in a house I built to look like our home with sims who resemble my husband and me.
from Gallery by PugOwned "Red Tabby" (with my own tweaks)
Last year in autumn my cat died. I miss him so much, so I made him as a sim-cat where he will live forever 💙 🐈
His name was Luke, he was nearly 14 years old when he died and for many years he was my best friend. He currently lives with my legacy family. 🍓
I think loosing friends is a grief of its own.
I still remember everything about you. I know your hyperfixations. I watch things and imagine what'd you think of it and who your favourite character would be. I think of your favourite characters and see a piece of you in them. I think of you for your birthday and sometimes catch myself counting down the days until your big day. I know the bad things that have happened to you and can only hope you've healed from them and that your life is going well.
I have all this love with nowhere to put it because, yes, we were friends once, but we've grown past each other and we probably wouldn't be good for each other anymore. I have all this love and all this knowledge. where do I put it? I don't know if I want to forget it because in forgetting these things, I would be forgetting you. and yeah, we aren't friends anymore, but we were once. and we were good friends. I don't want to forget that. but what do I do with all this leftover from you?
grief is so odd. I barely knew you, but we had classes together for 4 years straight. and I always wanted to be your friend, but I didn't know how to start that conversation (and also your friend intimated me). but I did know you, to some extent. and seeing a picture of you takes my breath and makes me sad cause there won't be another picture of you taken
grief feels foreign to me because she was my first loss and I barely knew her, but I almost puked when I found out and I always think of her in april and get brought back to when I found out. it was bad. we found out over a video call. so there was no grief counselor. I mean, there was, but you'd have to talk about this new grief in front of all your other classmates. there were only 13 or 14 of us in this class. and we all knew each other, so it was hard. no one said anything except for the kid who was in a lower grade than us because she didn't really know her. but we all relied on what she was saying because the counselor and the teacher were doing their best to help us. but not much could be done over a screen. and the thing is, 3 out of my 4 classes that semester were with her. so we all talked about our grief and how much we missed her that day. it was so odd to hear because I didn't know her that well, but it hit me like I knew her and was her friend. I wasn't and I felt bad (still do, honestly) grieving this girl I barely knew, knowing how her actual friends were doing. and there was rage, too, because the 1 class she wasn't in had kids in her grade and the teacher didn't say anything about it. and one of the other classes, which the teacher had taught her for 2 years, she didn't even dwell on it. she said she knew we were hurting, but we had to prep for the exam. she had taught her for 2 years. the other teacher who taught her for 2 or 3 years was completely distraught. she even had the grief counselor come in for 3rd period the whole week. just in case we needed to talk. and that class is the one that we all paused with the teachings, just to try and remember her. we were reading Frankenstein and had to do projects for each chapter, so the chapter she had was reserved for her. the teacher said she would teach it each year, just so no one else could do it. because it was /her/ chapter. I don't know, grief is so odd to me because my first loss was someone I barely knew, but also someone I had known for 5 years and had a class with each year for 4 years.
grief is so odd. I barely knew you, but we had classes together for 4 years straight. and I always wanted to be your friend, but I didn't know how to start that conversation (and also your friend intimated me). but I did know you, to some extent. and seeing a picture of you takes my breath and makes me sad cause there won't be another picture of you taken
and some more thoughts.
my dad saw how hard I was taking it and decided to throw another thing at me. she lived pretty close to us. we were in neighborhoods right next to each other. I forgot, but in 7th and 8th grade, my mom would park across from her house so I could get picked up at that bus stop. I would see her come out every now and then to get on the bus for a different school. so our houses were close. probably a 5 minute walk. and my dad told me he saw the ambulances outside her house, but he didn't think anything of it until I told him who had passed. I couldn't look at her house for months after that. every time we passed it, I had to look somewhere else or quickly start a conversation with my mom about something or lose myself to whatever song was playing. because she lived there. and her parents are grieving right now. and her siblings are grieving. and there's the "please slow down, family is grieving" signs near her house. I don't know why my dad told me that. it didn't help a lot. I had to tell one of my teachers about it cause it was dwelling on me too much. the what if's and the burden of knowing when it happened. cause he gave me a time frame for it, too. there wasn't a lot to say to that, but it did help to get it off my chest. we didn't go to her funeral either, because I felt I would be intruding, even though it was open to the public. I wore all black that day, though, because I knew it was happening. I regret not going, but what do you do? I celebrate her birthday a little bit, and I give myself time to grieve then and also on the anniversary.
grief is so odd. I barely knew you, but we had classes together for 4 years straight. and I always wanted to be your friend, but I didn't know how to start that conversation (and also your friend intimated me). but I did know you, to some extent. and seeing a picture of you takes my breath and makes me sad cause there won't be another picture of you taken
just got to this part in the gameplay and yeah, I do not like him!!!! like, it used to be just a "oh, you're a cool character." I wouldn't move worlds for him, but after he made Ellie go after Abby? mm-mm, he is no longer cool to me. you can clearly see that Ellie's contemplating it, like, she doesn't necessarily want to, but maybe it'll help her grief. so now that Tommy brought up where she is? after Ellie had a ptsd attack? of course she's gonna go after Abby. I feel like she wants the pain to stop and that's the only thing she can think of that would help.
the fact that Tommy was okay with Abby living. and then 180'd when Ellie was okay-ish with her living. game Tommy, I am in your walls. she was finally healing, as best she could :( and then YOU CAME IN AND MADE HER GO BACK :(((((
I can’t say I understand it fully, but it does strike a chord within me. I read over it three times by now and I think I have a basic level of comprehending what is going on, but then again I am not sure. I still love how it is written and the emotions of grief, resignation and uncertainty it conveys for me.
i wonder just how many men have been killed by their own stubbornness.
Happy Birthday
Dear big bro,
Today is your birthday. Today you would've been 30 years old, and I would've rubbed my youth in your face just to be cheeky. It's your birthday, yet it's the 5th one you haven't been alive to celebrate. Obviously, I wish you were here. I wish you had made it past 25.
If you were here today, I would watch a movie with you--any movie you would've wanted to watch. I would buy you an ice cream cake and sing happy birthday like every other year. I would even smoke a black & mild with you outside because I know how much that would've meant to you.
I would tell you how proud of you I was then--and still am now--for getting up each day and trying again even though it wasn't easy (it was excruciatingly painful). I would tell you I forgive you for the pain you caused when you were in the throes of your battle with addiction. I would tell you I love you--that I always did even when I was hurt and angry--and that I always will.
And I would also apologize for not being there for you when you needed support most. I would tell you I'm sorry that I closed myself off in my pain instead of trying to understand you.
And of course, I would thank you for being my big brother--for being such an important and beautiful part of my life.
Happy birthday, Zach.
I love you and I miss you (always).
stardew valley headcannons (part one!)
im going to start occasionally posting batches of my stardew valley headcannons because god i love stardew valley and i must share!
cw: mentions of homophobic family, alcohol, and alcoholism
sebastian is wasian! his dad (robin's ex) is asian.
demetrius is autistic
maru gets a lot of silk presses, which is why her hair is straight. her hair is a bit damaged as a result.
if the farmer does not marry haley or alex, they choose to get together to be each other's beards (companions)
in relation to the last one, haley and emily's parents are homophobic & alex is afraid to come out to his grandparents due to them being "old-fashioned", which is why they choose to become each other's beards
Pam started drinking more heavily after her husband died