Myquestforwholesomeness - Yes, Good

Gonna tell y’all what I can hear now that I got my hearing aids

Green Love Letter by Masa-San, Fujino, Kanagawa, Japan

I love you, dad. I’m sorry for mistreating you when I did. I’m sorry for not spending time with you like I should have. Time is going by so slowly but no matter how slow I know it will not be enough. I’m thinking about recording our conversations together, I need to savor your words and your stories; have something more to remember you by than the last few months, more than your shallow gait and near-empty eyes. Your neuropathy is affecting your memory, and I know you’re guessing you won’t be moving at all by September. You are one of my best friends, a soul that I do my best to hold close to, you share my passion for theatre and for music, for redemption arcs and integrity. For the ability to love and be loved in return. You taught me what I should look for in a relationship with how dearly you loved mom. And how to have a good work ethic with how hard you worked every single day of your life, being a parent to your own siblings at the mere age of 5, never resting for a day, despite the 80 hour weeks and never-ending challenging trials one after the other. You always believed in me and my interests, you inspire me to do my best and encourage me to grow my talents and reach my potential. For your sacrifices and everything else I am so incredibly grateful. I hope you get relief from your pain at least for tonight. You’re pretty swell dad, and from me to you- you did good. I’ll see you tomorrow, p.s. I made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins the way you like them, if you can keep some food down I’d love for you to try one or three. I love you, -R.

that and the fact that I only want to listen to the YMCA song

having knowledge of music theory is so weird. I listen to songs now and I’m like “I IV iv bII ii07 I7. spiccy” or “oooooohhhhshiittttt that’s some SAucy modal mixture” and then my friends tell me that I’m not allowed to choose the music anymore

In the woods (pixel version)

:)

too much self reflection is not a good thing honestly. go outside and plant a garden and then cook yourself a homemade dinner then mop the floors and change your sheets and take a hot shower then you won’t care so much

Someone please tell me what this is! garbanzo I’m talking to you. Also Kenny and anyone else that might know.