in memory

When someone dies, nobody tells you what it feels like. They don’t tell you that 10 months after the fact that day still burns a hole in your mind. They don’t tell you that some days are harder than others, and the little things hurt the most. Like county fairs, white Toyota tundras, and soft serve ice cream. They don’t tell you that two sweatshirts, one hat, a diamond necklace, and the occasional picture won’t make up for the fact that you’ll never see them smile again, hear their laugh, or watch them do what they love. When someone dies, a piece of you dies with them.
—  SW// because it’s nothing like you would ever expect.

“I am because you were”

18 years ago on this date, my mom died. Today, I got my first tattoo in honor of her. Nothing has ever felt so right to me, nor have I ever done something so beautiful and meaningful. It’s everything to me that I’ve finally done this, with a beautiful quote, designed with inspiration from her handwriting, on the 18th anniversary of her death. I love you mom, I hope you love this tattoo as much as I do.


Remembering Vincent Price on the anniversary of his death.

(May 27th 1911 — October 25th 1993)

We may all be a peculiar lot…often broke, often dissatisfied because we’re not doing more and better work…but we know how to have a ball that makes the rest of the world seem square.”

#Decembird: birblr gift special no.7!

I’ve been following @tieltavern for quite a while (one of my longest birblr follows actually!), and I was very torn on which of their birds to draw - Reya, Ziggy, Chucki, Tommy and Turtle are all so gorgeous and characterful!

But in the end, I hope they don’t mind that I simply couldn’t pass up drawing a little ‘in memoriam’ sketch of the eternally beautiful Betsy. ♡

{Photo references belong to the original blog - no profit is being made; these are merely gifts for some awesome people and birds! However if anyone is uncomfortable with me posting sketch copies of their photos, then please let me know!}


Remembering Gene Eliza Tierney on her birthday.

(November 19th 1920November 6th 1991)

Life is not a movie. But I do not make that point in a sad or regretful way. I can only wonder, if my life had been a movie, would a director have cast Gene Tierney to play the part? The bitter with the sweet makes for a better part.


Nick Drake’s Grave | Church of St. Mary Magdalene | Tanworth in Arden, England | December 2015

Born in 1948 in colonial Burma, Nick Drake created brilliant, beautiful, melancholy music that has touched so many lives over the years. It seems he had an aversion to performing live and doing interviews which probably was a big reason for his lack of commercial success while he was alive. Ahead of his time, feeling misunderstood and overwhelmed by his depression he succumbed on 25 November 1974, at the age of 26. 

His sister is quoted as saying “My brother once said to my mother, “If only I could feel that my music had helped anyone at all …” 

If only he had known… 

Nestled in the town of Tanworth in Arden, the cemetery where this genius was laid to rest is tiny and covered in gothic headstones with a small church. Buried beneath an oak tree along with his mother and father, they share a simple headstone with the epitaph…

“Now we rise
And we are everywhere.”


Remembering Tyrone Power on the anniversary of his death.

(May 5th 1914 November 15th 1958)

I would have liked to have talked to him, I would have liked to hug him, I would have liked to just had a daddy. I think he watches out for us, and he’s still with us.” - Taryn Power

In Memory of the Elves

They have shed their blood to defend this land

They have given everything they had to give

They sacrificed so much

For they loved Middle Earth

They loved the peace after the war

But in time, all evil things come forth

Some things must end

Even after thousands of years, endings still must come

But there was hope for the Eldar and to the Sea they went

Paths will always lead home, even for the fairest of folk

I bid you all a very fond farewell