Zingo

I said hi and then realised you were in a different server cause I forgot that was a thing 😂

Timezones suck 😂 I be sprinting with ghosts

Eying is the British spelling iirc. Idk man there's just something not right about it 😅

Somehow I always find a way to mention The Hobbit in any of my fics or writings that have modern settings 😅 #LateNightWrite

Don't worry, one of Brandon Sanderson's book had two different spellings of eyeing. Eying and eyeing (which are apparently both correct but just looking at eying makes me want to gauge my own eyes out tyvm)

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COVID is such a fucking bitch. Hope the fog lifts and you start to feel better soon ❤️

(idk how to tag omg help) #writing #grief #loss #rare-disease

But she exceeded all expectations by living sixteen years. She was healthy for the majority of those years and most of all: she was happy.

I love you, Sarebear. Keeping laughing up there, won't you?

Well if you made it to the end thanks for reading! My sister had rare genetic disease called Pancreatic Agenesis. All she was missing was a single gene and because of that she was born without a pancreas and a gallbladder along with a plethora of intestinal and endocrine issues.

No one prepared me for death. But it had to have arrived eventually. And no matter how it would have come. No matter how slow or how quick. I would have never been prepared any way.

No one prepared me for death at 23-years-old, and even though my sister was never even meant to live past a week old, she made it 16 years, a medical miracle that once was and still is.

No one prepares you for the aftermath, you see the quick version of it in movies and shows. But you don't see the financial struggle. You don't understand the decisions that have to be made. What songs should be played, compiling photos, writing an eulogy.

Except I wasn't. I am but 23. No job and studying for a future that's already so unknown.

I knew I would one day I would attend her funeral, but never so soon. 16 years wasn't enough. I should have had kids, I should have been married, I should have been able to support my mother more, take control of the situation.

Why are they gifting me what is dying as soon as it was cut from the stem and apologising for a death that wasn't their fault?

No one prepares you, and here I was, cocky and assure that I would be prepared.

I began to question why people send flowers as condolences. Why are they reminding me that all things die as I watch the flowers begin to droop, their petals shrivel, their colours fade.

No one prepares you for when you come home and you scrub that room clean until your nostrils burn with bleach and your stomach contains nothing but acid and grief.

You aren't prepared for it. You don't know what to do. You cry. You tremble. You shower and scrub your skin raw; now that part you've read in books, and now you understand why its done. It's not to remove the memory, it's to remove the pain, the agony, to remove what cannot be undone.

No one prepares you for the first night, how you see her constantly. Over and over again, her already pale skin this time pale with lack of life.

No one prepares you for the smell. For when your sister throws up the contents of her bowels as she drowns from within, as you feel underneath her nose for her breath, as your father does CPR, as he screams for help; no one prepares you.

No one prepares you for the silence that clings to the paint and slithers into the crevices of laughter. There is laughter, but there's a note missing, a chord that will never strike again.

No one prepares you for the abundance of food, for where there should be no leftovers, suddenly tupperware is taking space in the fridge.

No one prepares you for the toothbrush that will never be used. The hairbrush with the hair that still clings. The clothes on the table, folded and yet to be put away.

‼️CW‼️ for sibling desth and descriptions of death.

My sister died a month ago and I wrote this. I posted it to Tumblr and I guess Bluesky can also burden my woes

This is my first time actually witnessing a labubu... I just keep getting parody or meme tiktoks of them 😂

Neurologist has officially ordered further imaging alongside the upcoming MRI.

Really do appreciate any donations [even small ones!!] And shares! I have a lot going on right now and im heavily struggling to work properly and afford medical care, groceries, & bills.

gofund.me/7fb13cf3

Drawing of a young rottweiler staring upwards in confusion.

So a mate saw this photo of Manny staring at the skylight and declared it an excellent reference for drawing.

Original artwork by Jessica Mason — thank you @zingo12.bsky.social!

I love it so much 🥰

Manny's my new muse XD