I feel like I cant tell you all the things I feel cause you will get upset because you “cant make anyone happy”…. yes you can. all the time. but granted, there will be things that you do to make her happy, that hurt me too. I will just refuse to say anythign about it for you sake. I will deal with that “oh.. that kinda hurts” feeling for your sake. so you dont loose her. your welsome? please unfollow me so i dont have to worry about you seeing this and getting mad. this is my place to say the things i dont want to tell you to your face. but you see it anyways. its your choice. but once you unfollow me, idk if you’ll beable to find me ever again… we’ll see how I feel when the time comes.
I lost a very close online friend this morning. Her death was sudden and unexpected. I say ‘online’ because that’s how we met and much of our friendship was long-distance. But Leslie was very much a present person in my life for the past 15 years. And now she’s gone.
There were good long stretches of our friendship where we talked on the phone practically every day. She’s kept me company on long drives up and down the California coast and on short trips to the supermarket. We never seemed to run out of things to talk about, Leslie and I.
She supported me through law school and losing my dad. I think it’s possible she understood me better than almost anyone else in my life, save a few of my closest friends.
Leslie was a private person. There were things she still kept from me, no matter how close we became. I don’t think she wanted me to know how much pain she was in and how much her mobility was diminishing. But I know that over the years that we knew each other, her life had gotten increasingly difficult. I know that our friendship began because we started to write collaboratively together online, but she quit typing and using a computer about seven years ago because it was too painful. And in the most recent months, holding the phone so she could talk was becoming a burden.
She grew up in New Orleans where she went to Catholic school, a difficult environment for someone who was queer. Though she had fond memories of New Orleans and beautiful stories about her life there, including time spent with a loving grandmother, her childhood was not an easy one.
Most of her life she spent in Texas. When she was able, she worked as a veterinary technician, and carried that care for animals throughout her life. She had compassion for all living things. She was passionate about progressive politics and social justice and protecting queer youth.
Leslie was incredibly creative and witty. For every good story idea I had, she had three more. She was full of clever quips. We spent a lot of nights laughing together. In our little writing community, her characters and her stories were always some of the most popular and engaging.
And she was a kind and generous writing partner. When we first started writing together, I was young and perfectly happy to write heart-wrenching stories about terrible things happening to our characters. But as I got older, and the heart-wrenching things started to happen to me and the people I cared about in my real life, my appetite for that sort of writing disappeared. I didn’t want to do it anymore. And Leslie never complained or was disappointed. She just supported me and together we found new ways to have fun together and write other types of interesting things.
She was a tremendous friend. She was an incredible listener and an enthusiastic supporter. She was the sort of person who always remembered to tell me the new thing from the supermarket she thought I’d really like, or the new recipe she thought I’d want to try, or the new show she thought I’d love. She was usually right.
Leslie is survived by two sisters and a niece and nephew. She was not particularly close to her family. But she is deeply missed by her housemate who was devoted to her and took such good care of her, and the small San Antonio community that welcomed her as a part of their family and with whom she spent her holidays. Her housemate’s dog is still looking for her hoping to keep her company.
I don’t think I can fully capture what a wonderful, lovely, loving person this was. I’m heartbroken.
I read the most recent chapter of For the Health and Safety of Mabel Pines…and it’s like 1:30am and i can’t stop doodling dorky Dippers running around with blood on his face and a heart in his hand.
these doodles are totally not on model to the story I bet. I hope you guys don’t mind, i’m just drawing them off the top of my head!
Me drafting the alcoholism fic before I start a full tears of themis one: ging drinks rum but can’t handle wine, also collides with the toilet seat while throwing up because he’s ✨a mess✨
Writing for this man is a delight cause I get to make up half the shit anyway LMAO
okay next business GUYS I WENT TO THE TWICE ENCORE CONCERT BC THEY CAME TO MY CITY DHFHEHHAEH???? ??? it was only like a half hour drive too AND I GOT TO SEE TWICE????? IN PERSON???? WHICH IS CRAZY THEY WERE CRAZY THERE WERE FIREWORKS AND THEY WERE AMAZING. there was a lot of barking and at one point dahyun was barking and that was great and as always the hello stage was so good I love hello <3<3<3333
and for our next topic: finals. hahaha. how are we holding up guys bc I have my two final finals (hehe) tomorrow and then IM DONE. finished w aps already i am so over school tbh which is GOOD BC SCHOOL ENDS THIS THURSDAY I AM SO EXCITEHDAHAHA
except with school ending: im so sad i don’t want this year to be over :( like think about never going the same route ever again from class to class or like never being in a certain teachers class again it makes me so so sad i hate change like this AND LIKE WHAT IF MY FRIEND GROUP CHANGES NEXT YEAR AND I DONTASDZLKFJMMDSFM MMM :(((( so sad but so happy bc no school and no stress but so sad
also in like one day i got like ten followers for no reason what was that about guys
so off topic but THE TXT COMEBACK WAS SO GOOD IM SO HAPPY WITH ALL THE TXT CONTENT GBGB <3,33,3,I3 HUW3jlsdf
anyway i love you all i miss u guys please talk to me and send an ask or smth about ur day ily imy :(
