because i really want to know her better

victoriabloom20  asked:

I had a friend, we were always together, on day she told me that a girl who is my clasmate and friend gossip about she, i try that my friend and the other girl talk but my friends refuse and star yo lie me that she have things to do. So one friday my classmatr, other friend and my friend talk but after that my friend told me that she doesn't want to be my friend and i was a gossip and bad person and she told to forget our friendship and i was a horrible person. I try to avoid but it hurts.

You dont have to avoid it, look straight at the situation and explain clearly with assurance about what happen with your friend. Dont make excuse, said what you really do. If she been with you long enough she will know whether thats true. But if she doesnt, better leave before too late. Because if she easily believe those that doesnt be with her for long time, shes the one with problem. You can cry all night, all days, months about it it doesnt matter, but dont avoid it its no good for your mental health. Just be sad, crying about it, but look straight to the point that shes no longer your friend. And thats ok. And then youll be better. Losing a friend is really sad and heartbroken, but sometimes it helps us grow and choose friends wiser.

Originally posted by dennsokagi

i’m not sure if this has been said before, but i think i’ve figured out why octavia blames bellamy over anybody else.

i was watching the video where bob talks about how octavia blames bellamy over anyone else, and how bob doesn’t really know why, because bellamy wanted to help.

octavia - her entire life has had bellamy in it, more so than most siblings. bellamy raised her, and i’d even say that he was doing a better job of it than their mother. their mother was strict in order to keep them all alive. (in the books, there’s a scene where bellamy walks in on his mother trying to strangle baby octavia. if tv!mrs. blake is anything like book!mrs. blake, she’s not a good mother.) 

so when their mother was working, may it be her normal job or her sex work, bellamy was the one who made sure octavia felt like she had a family. he was the one who made sure octavia felt love, he was the one who made sure octavia didn’t feel like a burden.

growing up, octavia knew that bellamy could never hate her, not when he worked so hard to make her feel loved. hell, he tried to kill the chancellor so he could keep an eye on her– bellamy would do anything for octavia. that’s just a fact, that’s just the way it is.

octavia, post-lincoln’s death, knows this. she knows that bellamy loves her and has cared for her, she knows that through all the stuff that bellamy has been through because of her (indirectly, for the most part. it’s not like she asked him to shoot jaha.) he’s never blamed her besides an angry “my life ended the day you were born” that he didn’t mean.

octavia is angry. the love of her life has died and she needs someone to blame - anyone. she could blame any of the other people, but why blame people who could hate her forever when she could blame the person who she knows will never hold anything against her?

maybe it’s subconscious. maybe she doesn’t know she’s doing it. but she’s blaming bellamy because she knows that, in the end, he’ll forgive her. if she beat up anyone else, anyone who didn’t love her so much, they’d hate her forever. bellamy, somewhere, deep down, could never hate her, so his brain starts making up reasons why she’s doing this. i.e. i deserve it.

anonymous asked:

If we're talking about biphobia, here's something that can't be argued as "not being biphobia". There's a small group of people saying that it's okay to call Vetra a lesbian, because her romance with Sara is "clearly better" than Scott's. Oh and when you try to call them out on erasing her sexuality, they call you homophobic.

No, I didn’t say let’s talk biphobia, I said I didn’t want to discuss it regarding mlm romance options. This is different though.

What do I even say? For months before MEA launched some of us did hope Vetra was a lesbian, and actually were REALLY concerned she wouldn’t be a romance option for sisRyder. Now we know she’s bi… Uh. 

But I can tell you right now, I genuinely do not have the energy to argue with people like that anymore. It’s a lost fight, they won’t change their minds, and it’s only going to result in fandom wank. You have to be very careful with them too. I think you already know this, but you’ll end up being the villain in their narrative OR they’ll make you doubt yourself and your feelings. 

I would ignore them and hope their small group doesn’t become bigger. I would also block/blacklist/unfollow etc - always helps.  

“I felt like sometimes she didn’t want me born. I was like Cinderella—even though I was a dude. She blamed me for everything. Maybe it’s because I was ugly, I guess. Girls were all running from me. My brothers were better looking. When I grew older, it was all about money. Mom and I never discussed anything personal. It seemed like she always wanted something from me. One time I called her crying, because I was trying to quit marijuana, and I felt really depressed. She just told me: ‘You’re wasting all that money on weed. You could be giving it to me instead.” She used to cash my student loan checks. One time she even used my social security number to get a credit card, and I didn’t even know until I got the bill. So I detached myself from her. I stopped answering the phone. Then two years ago she called to tell me she had cancer, and she needed an operation, but I didn’t even answer the phone. I thought she was tricking me again. She left a message, it said: ‘Michael, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I love you. And I know you love me.’ And I just ignored it. And she died. And I’m haunted by that. I’ve been trying to write about my life lately, but I can’t get past my mother. I wish I could just start my story with that phone call. With her saying that she loved me. The only other time I ever felt love from her was when I tried crack cocaine. I was a teenager, and I had been using for a couple weeks, and I went in her room to ask for baking soda. She started crying, and she looked scared, and she said: ‘Michael, why do you need baking soda?’ And I felt love at that moment. And it was so strong that I quit doing crack right then. I never used again. I didn’t go to a program or anything. That’s how strong that feeling was.”

I mean. I am against ABSOLUTELY everything Trumpkin is and represents. But I have sympathy for Melania. If I completely separate her from the entire situation, I would probably like her. She really is beautiful, and honestly she was just a person who wanted to come to a better country to get a sugar daddy, she didn’t ask for any of this. She just wanted to sleep with a gross old man, have a baby and get his money. And now she and her son (whom I’m REALLY going to assume the best of since he’s so young, seems to spend a lot of time with her, and hasn’t done anything… yet. I hope.) are stuck in the clutches of a megalomaniac with all this shit, who we know only married her because he objectified her amongst other ways he surely disrespects her. You can’t even blame her with, “She stayed after he said awful things, she’s racist and against women like he is.” Like her spouse is crazy and has obvious ties to Russia. She is being smart. Stay in line. Do what he says. She is Sansa to Trump’s Joffrey. She just wanted a comfortable lifestyle. She just wanted a sugar daddy. Free her.

im just very intrigued by how maggie’s feelings are going to develop bc i think that’s pretty clear that while she was physically attracted to alex from the start, she didn’t let herself get emotionally attached because she thought that alex was straight. she never allowed alex to be an option for her. she had a girlfriend who dumped her and alex was there. she thought that being with alex would make her feel better, at the bar, and alex never once stopped trying to be there for her. and then she comes out to her and suddenly, alex is a very real option for her and it’s kind of scary because alex already understands her so well. she might be a romantic and she might want to find The Girl but when someone who you counted out from the start begins to emerge as a very real contender for her heart, i think it’s going to be really scary for maggie. i think she wants to make sure alex knows what it is that she wants. i really think that alex kind of scares maggie because she could really fall in love with her, because they’re already friends and they already understand each other, and if alex just changes her mind one day and decides that maggie isn’t worth it, or isn’t what she wants, it would really break her and i don’t think maggie is ready to put her heart on the line like that, not so soon after having it broken.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it


“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”


“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.


Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”


“Let’s go home.”


Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

Please don’t hate on Katie/Lena because you’re pissed about the show in general. The producers are obviously responding to the fans’ enthusiasm over Lena by making her a regular which is great.

Maggie already is a regular but I agree she definitely needs more screentime and to be treated better. Same with James, though I don’t know if he’s a regular this season?

Anyway, there is no need to hate on this decision because it is not related to the others, really. Tweet the producers and network and tell them what you want, but don’t hate on the actress or a character that is actually decent.

(Also I’m not sure if Mon is confirmed for season 3 or if he was just previously confirmed as a regular for the rest of THIS season. But definitely let the writers and network know how pissed you are about what they’re doing with him and Kara because it’s BULLSHIT!)

You know what I want? I want Batwoman to get her own tv show. But not on the CW because she deserves better and the tone doesn’t really fit. I want a Netflix Batwoman show (which is pretty much impossible as Netflix has a deal with Marvel)


Batwoman is a lesbian heiress who was kicked out of the military for her sexuality, Inspired by batman, she became a masked vigilante. 


(also a birds of prey show that doesn’t suck would be great)

(Steve Epting (DC Comics))

So you open his contact and write “Don’t fall in love with some other girls” but you can’t really press send. And you hope tonight he got drunk enough to call you //
Because you swore you forget him but
yesterday he smiled at you and said hi
and now you’re missing him again
and now you wanted to hear his voice
and his laugh
just like the old times // But you know it all better // If he’s drunk you won’t be the one he’s calling // And you kept screaming:

Fuck I promised myself I won’t cry over you again
This is why I must get over you
Don’t fall for her please
Im not ready
Im not ready
Im not fucking ready

And it’s one hour until 11 pm
The time when he used to call you
But he’s still not drunk enough
But he’s still not on your phone (probably on hers)
And you’re still not hearing his voice

And you wish the love faded away a little
But it’s still there, banging on your chest, louder than your tears.
And you realize how scary it is
Too love someone so much it breaks you
—  I wanted to text you so much but I can’t text first and risk another READ AT 11:23PM
Ssamba’s Blog Post 3/17/17

Hello, this is Ssamba. ^^
Are you guys doing well? It looks like the weather has been getting better lately. Spring is slowly creeping up on us~
Due to the nice weather, I went to Jejudo with my mom. I left on Tuesday, and I came back yesterday afternoon hehe
I had a lovely time sightseeing.
My mom’s hometown is Jejudo. So I’ve always wanted to visit at least once with her.

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“Love between siblings grow when you are rough with each other. If you see her from afar, what should you do? Run up to her, just run. Lock her, lock her in first. Act as if you will pet her, and keep locking her in. Hold her down till she surrenders.”
- Advice from SooHo, an Experience Brother.

Silver Rivers

pairing: daveed x reader

requests: hi, can you do a Daveed X reader where the reader is plus sized and has stretch marks and she’s usually okay with it but one day something happens and she gets really down about herself and Daveed starts listing everything about her he loves and it’s really fluffy and ends up leading to smut? I know this is really specific it’s okay if you don’t want to (anon)

also requested by @maythesestoriesneverend

summary: reader has had a rough day, daveed wants to make it better. and sex.

warnings: swearing, body image issues, smut, choking, and like one single spank oops

word count: 2,258

a/n: I have done it. I have finished a request. Zero points for me because it has taken fucking AGES I’m sorry. my inbox is always open for comments or concerns or even if you just need someone to talk to. love you byeeeeee

You were usually kind to yourself about your body. The stretch marks that ran across it weren’t something you minded on a day-to-day basis - you hardly ever thought about them. But today was different.

Today had been the first dress fitting for the bridesmaid’s dress you were wearing in your cousin’s wedding. She was more like a sister to you, really, but where she was tall and lean, you were - well, not. You had managed to become friends with the other bridesmaids, all of whom were sweet girls with big hearts.

But no matter how much you loved them (or yourself) you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious during the fitting. Each of them was at least three dress sizes smaller than you, and you had to stand in front of them in your underwear for at least half an hour while the tailor pinned and hemmed your dress.

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We Don't Need No Education

Request: Hey!❤ I was wondering if you could do a story, were the reader is really stressed because of school and homework, but then the brothers cheer her up (you decide the relationship between the reader and the brothers)? I’m kind of feeling like that at the moment, so it would make my day a whole lot better to read that💕 You are a huge inspiration, Taria!

Thank you Nonnie <3! I love you and you compliment.

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“Nope.” You slammed your textbook shut in an irritated manner.

“I’m done. I’m dropping out.” Plopping your body down onto your bed you accidentally kicked all your school work off and onto the floor.

“Not like I’m gonna need that anyways.” Both of your arms folded together and covered your eyes.

School was beyond stressful. Middle school? Pain in your ass but you could handle it. High school? Totally different ball park. Just when you think you’re doing good, a damn wrecking ball would come and knock you back to square one.

Dean was just returning with your requested pie. Also known as pizza. And his own personal choice of pie. Also known as his addiction. When you didn’t come out to him calling your name, him and Sam must’ve assumed the worst because they came in, guns drawn.

“Whoa, what the hell?” Their entrance caught you off guard. Then again, anybody entering with guns pointed in your direction may cause a bit of a surprise.

“Language.” Sam always had to be the “mom” brother and keep you in check.

“Yeah, sorry but what did you guys expect? A group of monsters to be in here?” You were sitting up now, your legs hanging off of your once neat bed.

Dean exchanged a certain look to Sam.

“Ew! Why would I bring a boy over here?” They both had a bit of an embarrassed look. You knew them so well.

“And why would you guys come in here shooting if I did?” After thinking about it for a minute, you took it back. “Don’t answer that. But if you’re going to kill something. Please- shoot my textbook.” Pointing under the bed you stood up and stepped back as if saying “there’s the bad guy”.

“Wait. You’re telling me you’re all in a bunch because of homework?” Why did Dean seemed so surprised? It was homework. It was naturally stressful.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forget that you never did yours and instead were too concerned with-” the look he shot you got you to change the last part of your response. “Other things…”

“Do you want some help?” There goes Sam again, with his big brother hero hair on.

“Burning the books? I mean, if you want to pitch in.” “

No, we’re not burning the books. Take a break. It’ll help.” The Moose boy was leaning against the wall.

“Sure, I’ll take a break. How does for the rest of my life sound?” You repositioned yourself to sit down on the bed, getting ready for this big talk.

“I’m serious, Y/n.” When wasn’t Sam serious about something like your education?

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s serious too.” Dean had finally chimed in. You held your hand out agreeing with him.


“Yeah yeah I know Dean. ‘Do your work. Eat some food. Get some sleep.’” You mimicked the way he would say it, trying your best to sound manly and make your voice go deep.

“Why don’t you come out and eat your gross pizza I got for you?” He was only calling it gross because it was the all veggie meatless kind.

“And then you can-”

“Come back and do work. Yeah, I know Sam.”

The Sister - Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Bro!Wade Wilson

Originally posted by wdwlsn

Words: 1077
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Wade Wilson
Warnings: none!
Requested by anon
Hello! I was wondering, could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Peter Parker, (Tom Holland as Spiderman) but she’s Deadpool’s sister and he gets super protective when she tells him, because he doesn’t want her being in danger.
Author’s Note: So like, I haven’t actually seen Deadpool (even though I really want to) So I kinda based him off of what I do know, so I hope it’s not that bad of a characterization!


“That’s not fair.” You crossed your arms.

“What, not fair that I’m better at the game than you?” Peter laughed.

“You’re cheating.” You pouted.

“I am not! How could I even cheat on this?”

“I don’t know, you probably messed with my controller somehow.”

Peter leaned over and messed with your hair. “Sure.”

You groaned when your phone began to ring and saw that it was your brother. “Hey.” You said.

“Where are you?” Wade asked.

“Out with a friend.” You lied.

“Oh, are you coming home for dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You smiled into the phone, “Gotta go, bye!”

You heard him laugh a bit. “Bye.” And the call ended.

You fell back onto Peter’s bed and sighed. He did the same so your heads were close to one another. “Hey, when are you going to tell him?” Peter asked.

“Probably not for a long time.”

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I’ve been thinking a lot about what Wolfgang tells Felix at the hospital about his mom. You know, this whole “There was this one night… He was gone drinking and we were alone. She told me that she had a secret inside of her. That I was once a secret. And that secrets are better than love, because they kept people together.”

So I guess this means Wolfgang’s parents only married/stayed together because she got accidentally pregnant and they had Wolfie. I guess it also means his father didn’t really want a baby because his mom kept the accidental pregnancy a secret at first (”I was once a secret”). Which means that Wolfgang was an unwanted child who, as a result, was abused by his father his whole childhood as we know. It sounds like his mom was afraid to tell her husband about the second pregnancy, since she waited until he left their home for the night and she was alone with her first son to tell him about the new ‘secret inside of her’.

So Wolfgang was supposed to be a big brother, but quite obviously something terrible happened and both his mom and his little sibling died. I assume the sibling died before he/she was even born. Either his mom had a miscarriage (possibly caused by his drunk father giving her a serious beating), or she died while she was still pregnant with Wolfgang’s brother or sister. So the unborn baby died with her. Either way it’s really sad.

Or that’s my interpretation of that confession Wolfgang makes at the hospital bed. What do you think? Any other opinions?

You guys always make jokes about how weird my collection of statues of deer that are vaguely unsettling for reasons you can’t quite place (partially pictured on the left) is. But did you know that my mom had a collection of statues of cows? I wish I had a better picture, but the only one I can find to prove I’m not making this up is this picture of her on Halloween, in our cowchen (cow kitchen).

The best/worst part about them was that they were straight-up GLUED to the tables and walls, because my brothers and I were in a constant state of Fuckin’ Shit Up and she didn’t want them getting knocked over.

I used to be really confused as to how she even FOUND that many cow-themed things, but then I was dusting my shelves, and… Oh. Oh, dude.

This is, like, by far the weirdest way to realise you’re turning into your parents.

Anyway, sometimes I leave little ceramic cows that I find in thrift stores or antique shops on her grave, and somebody always steals them. It isn’t the woman who takes away the old flowers; I asked, and she said always leaves them alone. So, maybe someone out there has a blog where they post pictures of statues of cows that they steal from the mausoleum.