“You carry the dead little fox
Your fingers are in its fur And its corpse is right against your chest. It is cold, and stiff, and light – It is merely a baby.
Life is unfair, you think
Who kills children? The trees are high,
The ground is slippery And the path is dark
But you walk and you hold it
Hold the dead little fox
So it doesn’t fall again. Its cold is slowly reaching you
And it says: the little fox is dead
Why are you holding on to it so tightly?
But you can’t just walk past it and ignore it. Life is unfair, you breathe
Who kills children? You reach a clearing The place is as beautiful
As the dead little fox.
There is no bloodstain on its fur, no wound
To tell the story of its death.
You pick flowers and cut your fingers
But it deserves your last ounce of love. You talk to the little fox and you say:
It will be ok. You are safe now. You do not have a shovel But the clearing has a tree
And the grass is high. Here, the dead little fox
Will rest forever with a crown
Of innocently tied buttercups. You finally let go of its body
But something clings on to you.
Near your heart, death found its new home. Life is unfair, you whisper
Who kills children? You leave the dead little fox behind
In the clearing, in the grass, in the shadow of the tree
Your tears are warm But your skin is marble cold. The dead little fox reminded you of someone
She was younger than you – she even looked like you. She died one day and nobody noticed. They did not bury her
And her corpse remained within you.
Your body is her graveyard:
There is a ghost haunting your head And maggots eating your bones from the inside. This is why you bury the dead creatures
That you meet in the forest.
This is why you take them in your arms
And cradle them till you find a beautiful clearing.
This is why you talk to them
When your throat is full of tears.
They remind you of the dead little girl
That no one tried to protect. No one saved her
They could have – but they let her die. So you carry dead little foxes against your chest
Like the child that you once were
For little corpses do not deserve to rot in the open light.
You shelter them one last time
And when you put flowers on their head
You cry and tell them that finally, they are safe. The dead little fox is hidden in the clearing
And you are home, barely alive. You think of the dead little girl.
Her pictures are on the walls of your house. There was no bloodstain – the murder was clean.
That day, she still went back home on her shaking little legs
And they thought: she is alive.
They never took the time to really look at her –
They failed to notice that life was gone from her eyes. You cradle yourself with your own weak arms
As if you could still reach her
But she has been dead for so long
That she has turned to dust within you. Life is unfair, you cry
Who kills children?”
When I was still in my MSW program, we paid a visit to the Puyallup DCFS office. We learned about the shittier aspects of how social work it’s professionals have treated Indigenous peoples in the states–especially in Washington. One of the things I learned was the history of Mt Rainier’s name. Then we learned the history of its original names: including Tahoma, Tacobeh, and Pooskaus.
Was too busy to make a halloween thing this year, but enjoy this small story about love, old ladies and good etiquette about sharing a bathroom
the comic was made for last year’s halloween @liliesanthology but it just got oublished on this year Corpse Lily vol, check it and consider buying it if you are into some fine scary ladies romance
Shout out to all my straight sisters I’m so sorry 😞
Jesus, leave his ass.
We learn fast to be very kind and attentive, tho.
My mom, who got her degree in Marriage and Family Counseling when she was 60, says studies show that women will sometimes sometimes leave a long term relationship to live on their own for a while before seeking a new relationship, but men will almost never leave a long term relationship without having a new relationship either in progress or just beginning. They don’t want to give up the caretaker they have without another one on deck or in the wings.
This is so sad
This isnt cute or quirky. This means hes a fucking hopeless user
Please date a man who actually acts like an adult.
Ok I lived with my ex for 2 years and he literally wouldn’t be able to get his own food if I wasn’t at home, I’d get home from work and he’d be angry at me for “making him starve”
My current partner has lived on his own for 8 years and the absolute most I have to help him with is maybe sending him $20 so he can make a bill payment on time
It made me realise for 2-4 years I wasn’t a girlfriend I was a fucking mother
Men who have been independent are capable of reverting if given the slightest excuse. When we married, my ex husband was 10 years older than me and had lived on his own for 8ish years. Yet (and I allowed this until I finally got fed up and took us to counseling) I did 80% of the cooking, because I was better at it. Same with the cleaning, shopping, social planning, etc.
After I left, in the first six months I got texts or calls asking me to please tell him:
The online banking password (dude, I left you, you should really change that)
Where I ordered his special-wecial organic underwear
Where the good cutting board was (my dad gave it to us at our wedding, genius, I took it with me along with the rest of the stuff from my family)
What brand butter we bought
What brand of local kielbasa we bought
Who his doctor was
What RMV office had the shortest lines
Where the old tax returns were (in the fucking box labeled tax returns)
The phone number for his best friend
I shit you not.
Then he had a heart attack (mild) and none of his family or friends were around to take him to the hospital. But instead of calling 911, he called me, who by then lived 45 minutes away. He lived 5 minutes from an EMS dispatch location. He called me, despite the fact that he didn’t believe me 8 months prior when I was feeling suicidal and I had to call a cab to go alone to check myself into the hospital for a 72-hour hold. I told him to call 911, hung up on him when he whined about “making a fuss”, called 911, called his siblings and then texted them “your brother is having a heart attack, I called 911 for him, come home,” and washed my hands of it.
Emotionally vacant men who won’t do household labor or emotional labor are not Nazis, but they aren’t good people, either, and you don’t have to put up with their shit.
Millennial women of Tumblr, please read this post.
And then please: make the decision for yourself to never stay with a man who expects you to be his mother and servant.
This is my grandma to a T. She has lived with the same man for a good 60+ years now and her literal words quoted: “When I’m not home for an extended period of time (week or more) I worry about him eating and then when I get home he’s been eating fish and potatoes for the whole time, even though I left heatable meals in the fridge for him” My grandma pays ALL THE BILLS. Yes ALL OF THEM. The only bills my grandpa puts any money into is car payements and some land-deed tax stuff. He refuses to cook, clean, wash his clothes, any of it.
The whole family is currently waiting for my grandpa to die so my grandma can finally go free, because she’s so stuck into her role as a caretaker that’s the only way to force her to let this shitbag go.
Tumblr, keep circulating this. This is not the 1960s, a dude’s gotta wash his own fucking clothes in our lord’s year of 2018.
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