#REMEMBER

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

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So…anyone else notice yet that it’s bubble who’s firing a cannonball at the ship?

Just found the Game Theory song due to a ‘nostalgic edits’ playlist and cgigjcgcjgichiv I missed out I genuinely cried like 3 times 💚

Also accidentally found the all great and powerful @fishymom-art’s animatic and WHEN WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THEY DREW MY MOST COMFORT OF COMFORT CHARACTERS/2ND BIGGEST KIN AND MY WIFE????

THEY LOOK SO AWESOME

I KNOW THIS PERSON AS THE CRK AU MASTER BUT WTF DO YOU MEAN THEY MADE MY BUDS LOOK SO GOOD CIGCGKJXGKJXGIOCKUGCUGK

Also yes I cried another time while this played then switched to skipping joyfully while making food for the dog help 💀

The animatic:

Do you remember?

-rustling of the trees in the wind-

Do you remember?

-crackling and heat from the nearby fire-

Do you remember?

-soothing rhythmic ebb and flow of crashing waves-

Do you remember?

-warmth of another-

Do you remember?

-laughter booming through the nights sky-

Do you remember?

-two heartbeats side by side-

Do you remember?

-calm breaths clear minds-

“(…) You may remember him, you snared him for me years ago. (…)”

“Deeper” - Jeff Long

In relation to the last thing I reblogged:

I’m literally blushing as I type this pseudo confession. But once upon a time, with an ex, she wanted to try something particularly interesting. She wanted to literally fuck my feet. Now me already being into like oral foot worship decided fuck it why not.

So I got a good pedicure, softening the feet, trimming the nails and filing them so there was zero sharp edges. Then we started by having a shower together, making sure we were as clean as possible. Lots of foreplay happened, lots of stretching, but eventually she laid on the floor and the main event began.

It started with stepping on her lightly, then stepping on her pussy, the sole of my foot rubbing lightly across her lips and her clit. All this was interspersed with light teasing and humiliation dirty talk. It was pretty fun using my big toe to tease her clit, and then as she was soaked and swollen with arousal, we carefully had me start fucking her with my toes. Imagine fingering, just with toes. And at one point the top like third of my foot was inside of her.

Then I had her lick all her juices off my foot to finish up. Well so I thought, she got up off the floor and shoved me back on the bed, climbing on top of me, and we fucked like little bunnies afterwards.

Anyway, yeah, so that’s my embarrassed confession. Fucking her feet doesn’t have to be limited to giving a footjob to her cock or strap. You can get way more freaky with it. Just remember stay safe, or at least know the risks and do your best to minimize them where you can.

The long and short of it, I’m afraid, is that you are both uniquely special and entirely ordinary. Each part of you is drastically different from anyone else, and strikingly similar to everyone who has come before. You are both wonderfully weird and perfectly normal. You have responsibilities and faults, you have rights and virtues. You have fucked up like nobody else–but so has everyone else. You are exceptional in the face of everyone–and no one. You do not matter–but you matter much more than you think. No one cares, but you are cared for. Don’t forget what makes you special, and don’t forget that you are never really alone.

Io so perfettamente che la mia vera necessità non sono placche, viti o rivetti (che poi…cosa siano l'ho dovuto cercare su Google).

Avrei solo voluto una scusa per un abbraccio…

Probabilmente son messa peggio di quel che pensavo e non va bene.

Devo lavorarci.

Tengo tantissimo a lui, ma devo star bene indipendentemente da lui.

Yeah, man, I’m sorry that I forgot about this thing you told me yesterday, but do you remember 5 years ago at 6:48 when Jessica said this one insignificant thing that even she doesn’t remember?

“la stai gestendo cosi bene” no non lo sto facendo.

Non ci dormo la notte, non mangio, sono spenta, piango ogni notte sul cuscino per non pesare a nessuno e mi sto perdendo nel tentativo di ritrovare me stessa.

Quindi no, non la sto gestendo bene, semplicemente “devo” gestirla

“non ho bisogno di nessuno per stare bene, ce la faccio da sola”

ma c'è un'eccezione

Mi danno della pazza ma non sanno con quanto poco impegno riesco a scoprire ogni minimo dettaglio su chiunque, e non hanno mai visto come reagisco quando scopro qualcosa che avevo sempre sospettato

How intense, the remembering. It causes so many ripples through time, joining these other segments of her life, each portion a wave coming to meet another.

— Carrie R. Moore, “Surfacing” from Make Your Way Home (Tin House Books, July 15, 2025)

Having OCD thoughts is just what would happen if Murphy’s Law had a suggestions box.

Hoy es un día de esos.. De esos en los que quiero escribir todo lo que siento pero al mismo tiempo no logro encontrar las palabras…

Hoy vi en los ojos de mi pequeña bebé tus ojos viejita, tu sonrisa, te extraño pillita, como me hubiese gustado que estuvieras aquí y conocieras a mi princesa, se que la habrías amado tanto como yo, con ese amor que solo tu sabías dar. Te extraño cada día…

I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.

– Annie Dillard

(Nice, France)

Remember:

An informed person cannot be manipulated.

“L'amore è una cosa misteriosa. Non ha né forma né peso e non se ne può misurare la grandezza o la profondità. Anche se nessuno l'ha mai visto non si può negare che esista e che possa far soffrire”