my dad hates him

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Doodles from waiting at the bus stop, using only my sweet keychains as ref

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C o r r i n  J o i n s  S m a s h (Feb. 03)
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Finally finished! XD A set of Rumples that I started weeks ago to go with my Belles! These were super fun to draw and I love how they came out! 

My personal favorite is little Spinner!Rum but I still can’t decide if I love or hate his crazy disco shirt in the fourth one! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ Enjoy!

here’s a funny story so my uncle turned 50 recently and he invited people to go on a cruise for his big 50th birthday party and invited all of his siblings except for my dad because they hate him (i know that sounds bad but my uncles on my dad’s side are kind of terrible and have a grudge against him) and of course they invited my grandmother too but she refused to go on account of leaving out my dad so she cashed in the tickets she got and used the money to pay for MORE tickets to send my dad and my stepmom on their own cruise and i keep thinking about it and laughing because holy shit that is the most spiteful and hilarious thing ever you go grandma

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GUESS WHO’S REVAMPING. that’s right, i’m hopping on the bandwagon and gunna kick start this blog up again sometime in the next week or two — i’m currently getting ready for my move to london but once i’m settled i’m planning on getting active on here again !

this is probably going to be a completely fresh start — new blog, new url ( potentially ), new threads. once everything’s set up i’ll let y’all know bc i’ve missed my murder dad a lot. 

for now, catch me over HERE bc george is still my priority, and while i’m moving i need an easy muse. hopefully i’ll be back to revamp v soon !

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This moment… was far too real. It’s been nearly eight years since my dad passed away and I’m still in this place.

I hate thinking about my dad. I loved him so much. He was my idol, my everything, and then one day he was gone. It’s been eight years and I still think it’s my fault. I still wonder if I could have changed everything.

I still can’t remember what my last words to him were, but I know they weren’t “I love you”… And I wish so, so much that they were.

Everyday who he was is in my thoughts and influences who I am. Gives me strength and comfort and reason to be. I remember so much, so clearly.

But I’m still afraid to truly think about you.

I’m so sorry.

I love you.