This is my baby brother’s footprint. I originally was planning on getting it on my wrist, over top my self-injury scars, but got it here instead. It is a reminder that I have a lot to live for, one of the most important things being my baby brother.
Done by Aaron Wolfe at Werewolfe Tattoo in Spring Mills, West Virginia.
It’s odd that I came across this tonight, as I was thinking of my grandfather earlier. Papa loved poetry and Annabel Lee was one of his favourites. It makes me smile to think of the times we would be sitting at the dining room table talking about one thing or another, and he would just spontaneously start reciting it. There was a cadence to his voice when he said it that was brilliant, and it is one of my fondest memories of him.
About to go to bed, just found out my youngest sister is reading Johnlock fanfiction.
She’s not allowed to do that. Nope. She’s not allowed to be delving into the insidious and corrupt world of fanfiction. I was there first, and my pure, sweet, precious, innocent little sister cannot be reading that.
I refuse to realize my sister is getting older.
Honestly, I just want to spill my guts on what is bothering me. But I can’t form a coherent thought. I’m very angry, and I’m worried, and I’m just…
Even though the likelihood of it being what I fear it might is low, the fact that it is a possibility terrifies me. I just want to forget for a little while, but life doesn’t let me - and honestly, I shouldn’t.
I’ve never seen him afraid like I have been, yet it is there. I can hear it in his voice, see it in his actions. When you are faced with such a frightening and looming possibility how could you not be? I can’t be afraid, or show worry, or anything like that, because he can’t handle that. It’s just the way he is. When she got upset, his first response was “Don’t do that. I can’t handle that.”
So I don’t let myself show how afraid I am, even knowing that if it is positive the prospects are good and they’ve caught it early. Half the time it doesn’t feel like it is real, that it is really happening. This stuff happens on TV and in movies.
Yes, I know I’m overreacting. I’m already imagining the worst when we really know nothing. Right now is just a weak moment, and I’ll pick up the positive, optimistic side again and carry on. It’s what I do, and what I’ll always be called to do.
notthesisteryouremember replied to your post: Well…okay. It seems life is a never ending string of drama broken by periods of calm.what happened sweetie?
Just a rough patch with the family. Luckily, it resolved itself by the end of the day and made things much more pleasant before bed. :)
It always is. To be honest, I have been avoiding his calls. It’s not that I hate him (how do you hate someone you don’t know?), it’s just…
He wants to have lunch sometime next week because he is rolling through town, like he usually does - only this time he isn’t carting around his girlfriend and her kids. I was rather distracted when he called, driving and heading to get medicine for my (step)dad and mom, and he’s trying to schedule things. I suppose I got a little short with him because I live week to week, unsure how it changes from one day to the next and here he is trying to crowbar himself into my life when it suits him. Let’s not forget the fact that whenever May rolls around his calls increase.
His birthday is the 25th. I just remembered today.
I suppose I should be grateful he wants to be a part of my life. Now, anyway. I’m not an idiot - the only reason I saw him as much as did growing up was because of my grandmother. I haven’t forgotten the long summers I spent up North, primarily in the care of my grandparents. I haven’t forgotten that when he remarried I didn’t even find out until a few months after the fact. I haven’t forgotten the time I was 7 and he tried to pressure me to fly up from Texas alone because he couldn’t be bothered to fly down and pick me up.
The thing is that after I said I would try to make time for him next week, there was a five minute period I felt like a dick for not talking to him longer, or saying that, yes, I would absolutely meet him for lunch. But what really bothered me is that the farther I got away from that phone call, the better I felt. It was a relief to be able to put it out of my mind.
Honestly? I could probably go the rest of my life without seeing or hearing from him. God knows I did it enough growing up.
Dad gets ”Born This Way” tattoo to support bisexual son. Not a Gaga fan, but that’s not really the point of this video - I just really love it because of how touching it is. The video description tells that Dylan, the young man in the video, came out as bisexual last year. He was most nervous about coming out to his “old school Italian father.” Dylan had previously got a “Born This Way” tattoo on his wrist in Lady GaGa’s handwriting having met her, and the tattoo meant a lot to him. This video was reportedly filmed recently after Dylan came home from Spring Break. His father has “Born This Way” written in Italian as a show of “deep love for his only son.” Dylan’s sister is the one to have uploaded the video to YouTube.
How does Dylan feel about all this? He writes on the YouTube page:
“I can’t believe this happened! I am so grateful for my family and I hope that everyone watches this and takes from it that acceptance is possible! You were born this way!”