Mockingjay gave me a lot of cat feels, and it’s coming up on being six months since Edgar died, so right now I’m pretty sad with nothing really to show for it.So, have this. ‘S how Ed and I used to sleep. He would make biscuits in my hair and purr in my ear, and I would try to breathe in time with his purrs. Sometimes I have dreams about those nights. They were so comforting, even when his claws accidentally caught on my neck or scalp. :((

Mockingjay gave me a lot of cat feels, and it’s coming up on being six months since Edgar died, so right now I’m pretty sad with nothing really to show for it.

So, have this. ‘S how Ed and I used to sleep. He would make biscuits in my hair and purr in my ear, and I would try to breathe in time with his purrs. Sometimes I have dreams about those nights. They were so comforting, even when his claws accidentally caught on my neck or scalp. :((

hana-bakemono:

machiajelli:

lindsaylohanthony:

-transformer:

Today the beautiful, strong Hana Hwang passed away. Thankfully her dream came true and she got to meet her biggest inspiration, Selena Gomez just days before it was her time to go. RIP Hana Hwang <3

i don’t care if this fits my blog or not, or if i lose followers, this is the saddest story i’ve seen. :’c it made me so sad.

seriously if this isn’t on your blog at some point and time I am going to judge you

this is why i love her so much omg

i feel like crying

I reblogged a photoset of this little girl just yesterday..

Going to quietly ignore the “seriously if this isn’t on your blog at some point and time I am going to judge you,” because I don’t need to be judged by someone who doesn’t know me, touching and sweet post or not.

Selena, you are a 100% sweetie pie with a big heart. Okay? Don’t ever change.

*sobs all over the fucking place*

(Source: blowmelol)

That awkward moment when you complain online (in all caps) about your loneliness and the only response you get (from two strangers) is “Calm down”

and then you become so embarrassed that you delete the post, burst into tears, and keep crying for a good twenty minutes.

Feeling lonely and sad. Anybody got anything happy to tell me?

the bus-stop

It happened in the street in front of the house.

(My house,
your house.)

You were on the return trip, so close to home.

(Too close,
not close enough.)

Every morning I stand by the spot where we found you.

(Have to,
don’t want to.)

The bus-stop used to be dreary, but now it is dreadful.

(No bloodstains,
but blood-soaked.)

[original poem]

themightiestboosh:


;o


*sobs on cue*

Thanks to the Sherlock fandom,

I now have so many sad/freaking-out gifs that I should probably go ahead and make a folder just for them.

January 7, 2012

You’ve been gone for four
months now. I hope that makes you
a four-month-old child. 

[original poem]

The end of Arkham City: