basically, when someone you love dies, it isn’t just them that you miss, but the parts of yourself that person brought out of you that can never be brought out again.
i feel that with my dad.
basically, when someone you love dies, it isn’t just them that you miss, but the parts of yourself that person brought out of you that can never be brought out again.
i feel that with my dad.
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We’ve just spotted a sparrowhawk in the garden and a large pile of feathers next door. That’s that mystery sorted
We’ve just spotted a sparrowhawk in the garden and a large pile of feathers next door. That’s that mystery sorted