loving on losing dogs

i do love a good bit of haunting the narrative as horror but i also love it when the haunting is a source of comfort, a way of keeping your memories of the dead alive. animals or plants that call to mind someone you lost, articles of clothing or accessories that belonged to the deceased being worn by their loved ones (and subtle hints at the context of their relationship - a ring on a chain for lovers parted, a necklace or handmade bracelet for friends, a distinctive blade or engraved armor plating for brothers in arms, etc.), a treasured keepsake or beloved pet passed down for safekeeping, children who remind you so much of their parents. i am not immune to grief expressed through tokens of remembrance and love.

my favorite thing is when a hockey player is being complimented and they’re immediately like “it’s my guys. it was all my guys. couldn’t have done it without the boys. let’s bring the boys out here. gonna kiss my guys tenderly on the mouth when I see them next. I don’t even really ‘play’ ‘hockey’ I just jump over the boards and then my boys, they lift me up so I can stand on mountains… they raise me up to walk on stormy seas… I score goals when I am on their shoulders… they raise me up to more than I can be. thanks dan”

i love when men call athletes "studs" . go my stallion of sports excellence . win the night for us with your beautiful young virile sculpted manly body

Listening to songs and thinking about something the songs aren’t about

I love having a blorbo in law. That's my friend's little guy!!! There he is!!!