another sign of spring

black bear, bearselkie lifestyle ahoy

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Mom’s just on fire with spring observations in the family groupchat, but this one was just a photo, submitted with a request for commentary.

Image description and caption: A photo of the muddy ground, grass still dormant and yellow with winter. Right of center is my mother’s foot, in the “duck” style Bean boots; she wears a US women’s size 11, which is quite large. Just to the left of her foot is a footprint in the mud, where something heavy enough to press through the grass left a clear mark with five distinct toes and the human-like pad of the front of the foot– but there are five little dots in front of the toes showing where claws entered the mud. It is clearly somewhat larger than my mother’s by no means small foot.

One of my sisters guessed Sasquatch, but I sent the 🐻 emoji.

“Explains the missing suet and empty bird feeder,” Mom said.

That’s definitely a bear. (Your picture was not posted)

pyatova:[ x, x ]

himbo, and you love him

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inkskinned: but you see her on instagram and it was

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but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend. (Your picture was not posted)