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I don't think I'll ever truly understand how people become such complicated messes when emotions or hormones are involved. And dear lord, I don't understand girls AT ALL.
More like... "Terra went evil and his skin suddenly turned creole?! Muhh-muhh white privilege!!! Burn them in the attic and hang their burnt remains while burning them again!!!!"Seriously I bet when MX possessed Terra someone out there on Tumblr was like "wow I'm glad he's less white now!".
Nothing, just mimicked how far some people take issues.what the diddly
Where is that happening in this thread? Unless you mean just one phrase in griewer's post.I'm tired of the nonsense culture of the second page of this thread where other white dudes can't realize that even though they have issues those issues don't supersede minorities nor do the struggles of others erase their own.
I'm sorry for your loss. (25 characters)My Aunt Mary died.
I mean, we call her that, but she's in actuality my Great, Great Aunt. Gives you an impression of just how old she was - I believe she was just short of 92. Doesn't make her loss all the more sadder though.
A lovely old lady. I used to go over and help her with her gardening, and she'd always try to throw biscuits and tea my way every time, and never took my polite refusals seriously and would make some anyway. She was always just really full of life. In fact, you'd have thought she was younger.
Last time I saw her was a few months ago. I went to go do the gardening with my grandfather, and she took a while to answer the door. We had to call the paramedics after we noticed her limping - she had fallen before, but that was months ago. They found out that despite the fact she had previously bested cancer, it had returned, and it did something to her ligaments, I don't diddlying know. It was then I kinda realised this was going to happen, and honestly, I just wished I'd actually visited her. I remember being in the waiting room at A&E, and my grandfather asked me to stay and not see her for whatever reason.
I even asked him a few weeks ago, but he told me she wasn't doing well. She'd gone a bit delirious (Mum mentioned the cancer spreading to the brain, but I couldn't say for sure). He said I probably shouldn't. Kinda wish I hadn't listened, even if he did have my best interests at heart.
Ah well. Rest in peace, Mary. Thank you for the tea and biscuits, and for being such a vibrant and lovely person in my life. You'll be missed.