clarity kisses.
i'm about to sound like a fool to some. it's okay. there's always that chance when writing in such a contraption as livejournal.
litter died yesterday. they were all fine in the morning. litter and clarity were sleeping in the corner, in a small bundle of rat mass as usual. bitter was doing something on her own, probably eating. fat thing.
anyway. ( Read more... )
litter died yesterday. they were all fine in the morning. litter and clarity were sleeping in the corner, in a small bundle of rat mass as usual. bitter was doing something on her own, probably eating. fat thing.
anyway. ( Read more... )
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and death and life... that whole cycle... it's so familiar by now that seeing the slow decline towards the snuffing of life is strangely comforting. not to sound like a radical religious freak, but regardless of the afterlife, it seems as though nearly anything would be more peaceful that what this life has become for everyone. the world has gotten hectic, busy, and completely unfocused on the human being. perhaps it's because i've grown up and out of the "everything is in my own little world" mindset. or maybe it really is a culteral shift. anyway, by now i'm just rambling... but i miss you and love you lots!
*HUGGGGG*
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suffering should not be as long as it is sometimes...
but, i understand what you mean. when you "grow up," you find people are absorbed in the seemingly wrong things. you find people working like machines, dressing like dolls, and talking like televisions. maybe i'm rambling on something irrelevant, or not.
to conclude this mess of random thoughts: life cannot be restricted to the mind-numbing and impersonal. not while i'm here. sucka.
*MEGA-HUG.*
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I hope you and Lee do get a farm. It would be cute and then you could have all the animals you want. But you would need money for his allergy meds.
Im sorry about your grandma. It must be hard to watch that. But youre strong. You'll be okie dokie for sure :)
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well, we can have the animals in an allergy-containment giant bubble thing. i can get into it, and lee can wave, joyfully.
every one of my family members have been ongoingly upset about this. i feel insensitive, as all i've been doing lately is making people laugh and trying to create a pleasant environment. it's strange that i can't cry for her. i'm not being strong, i'm being... fake almost.
woah. you didn't need to know all that, but i like that i'm admitting it.
anywho.
love you, vanessie!!
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