Don't worry, one of Brandon Sanderson's book had two different spellings of eyeing. Eying and eyeing (which are apparently both correct but just looking at eying makes me want to gauge my own eyes out tyvm)
August 31, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Don't worry, one of Brandon Sanderson's book had two different spellings of eyeing. Eying and eyeing (which are apparently both correct but just looking at eying makes me want to gauge my own eyes out tyvm)
Well if you made it to the end thanks for reading! My sister had rare genetic disease called Pancreatic Agenesis. All she was missing was a single gene and because of that she was born without a pancreas and a gallbladder along with a plethora of intestinal and endocrine issues.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Well if you made it to the end thanks for reading! My sister had rare genetic disease called Pancreatic Agenesis. All she was missing was a single gene and because of that she was born without a pancreas and a gallbladder along with a plethora of intestinal and endocrine issues.
No one prepared me for death. But it had to have arrived eventually. And no matter how it would have come. No matter how slow or how quick. I would have never been prepared any way.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepared me for death. But it had to have arrived eventually. And no matter how it would have come. No matter how slow or how quick. I would have never been prepared any way.
No one prepared me for death at 23-years-old, and even though my sister was never even meant to live past a week old, she made it 16 years, a medical miracle that once was and still is.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepared me for death at 23-years-old, and even though my sister was never even meant to live past a week old, she made it 16 years, a medical miracle that once was and still is.
No one prepares you for the aftermath, you see the quick version of it in movies and shows. But you don't see the financial struggle. You don't understand the decisions that have to be made. What songs should be played, compiling photos, writing an eulogy.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepares you for the aftermath, you see the quick version of it in movies and shows. But you don't see the financial struggle. You don't understand the decisions that have to be made. What songs should be played, compiling photos, writing an eulogy.
I knew I would one day I would attend her funeral, but never so soon. 16 years wasn't enough. I should have had kids, I should have been married, I should have been able to support my mother more, take control of the situation.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
I knew I would one day I would attend her funeral, but never so soon. 16 years wasn't enough. I should have had kids, I should have been married, I should have been able to support my mother more, take control of the situation.
I began to question why people send flowers as condolences. Why are they reminding me that all things die as I watch the flowers begin to droop, their petals shrivel, their colours fade.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
I began to question why people send flowers as condolences. Why are they reminding me that all things die as I watch the flowers begin to droop, their petals shrivel, their colours fade.
No one prepares you for when you come home and you scrub that room clean until your nostrils burn with bleach and your stomach contains nothing but acid and grief.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepares you for when you come home and you scrub that room clean until your nostrils burn with bleach and your stomach contains nothing but acid and grief.
You aren't prepared for it. You don't know what to do. You cry. You tremble. You shower and scrub your skin raw; now that part you've read in books, and now you understand why its done. It's not to remove the memory, it's to remove the pain, the agony, to remove what cannot be undone.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
You aren't prepared for it. You don't know what to do. You cry. You tremble. You shower and scrub your skin raw; now that part you've read in books, and now you understand why its done. It's not to remove the memory, it's to remove the pain, the agony, to remove what cannot be undone.
No one prepares you for the smell. For when your sister throws up the contents of her bowels as she drowns from within, as you feel underneath her nose for her breath, as your father does CPR, as he screams for help; no one prepares you.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepares you for the smell. For when your sister throws up the contents of her bowels as she drowns from within, as you feel underneath her nose for her breath, as your father does CPR, as he screams for help; no one prepares you.
No one prepares you for the silence that clings to the paint and slithers into the crevices of laughter. There is laughter, but there's a note missing, a chord that will never strike again.
August 28, 2025 at 3:38 AM
No one prepares you for the silence that clings to the paint and slithers into the crevices of laughter. There is laughter, but there's a note missing, a chord that will never strike again.