Im always taking incognito pics of other ppl’s dogs, I’m like some kind of dog pervert
I went through my dad’s stuff in storage for the first time since he died, incredibly. Almost everything he owned had paint spots and he had about 5 pairs of the same beige Dockers, all stained with house paint. He wore 38/30, which I made a point to memorize. No real reason, I just want to remember what size pants my dad wore. Maybe these stupid, specific details keep him realer to me - not that I’ll be out to buy him a new pair of pants or anything. Size XL shirt. I found his favorite ratty Middle Aged Asian Guy khaki blazer, which I’d last seen on him when he was alive. I held it to my face and thought I could smell his cigarette-y dadsmell but also thought I probably really couldn’t and it was just musty from storage, and I stood there for a second caught between whether I was or wasn’t just imagining the last prints of my dead-for-7-years father, which I think that made me cry more than any real scent trigger did.
I went there to clean up but kept that blazer and his old pink 내복 that were his completely embarrassing lazy day outfit lol and a couple other things. Didn’t get as much done as I’d like but everyone and everything says it’s long been time so I am choosing to trust that
Going to be uncool for a second and say that I got some genuinely really kind messages from ppl here, anon ones too, while struggling with some things this past year. they’re also probably like a year old and it’s “just Tumblr” but ty I still read some of them when I feel like poo
I was just scripted the same meds used for anorexic cats, I feel like tumblr would appreciate this
So I lost my job