Werewolf kung fu… I’ve already scene blaxploitation vampire movies… but can we also get a Mexican bruja (witch) movie?

Genie and hookah

Masked slasher pole dancing…duh

Venom

Am I a slut if I say th lollipop..?

Hotboxing with the satyr

Jaws…

Space vampire disco

Sorcerer personal chef

Storm, Wolverine, jubilee, mystique

By being a good family member and friend. Using my voice.

To love, to be honest and open, to live truthfully and unapologetically

It’s made me more empathetic, but it’s also made me very sensitive. I’m a big crier. It can be embarrassing but I wear my heart on my sleeve.

10. I don’t fear death. I don’t welcome it lol but I’m not scared of getting older, I stared death in the face and walked away.

Every day. I sometimes feel overwhelmed working on my
Depression and anxiety which can make me anxious.

Getting diagnosed with leukemia.

It never truly ends, you just learn to live with it.

I’m someone who just wants you to let me talk about them. Listen to my stories. Listen to how they would make me smile and laugh

“At least they’re at peace.” I’m sorry but that phrase is a slap in the face. It makes you feel like you’re being selfish for missing them.

Yes.

With my grandmother, it’s elephants and buddhas.

With my grandpa, it’s whenever I see a libra flirt with a waitress lol.

With my aunt, it’s when I get a push to do something I’ve been thinking about for a while. Sh gives no fucks lol.

With my cousin, it’s music.

With all three of them it’s our conversations.

With my grandmother, it’s just the feeling of comfort she gave me as a kid. I don’t remember a lot about her but I remember that.

With my grandpa is a trucker cap, potato and egg, Cadillacs, and Chile Serrano.
With my aunt it’s menudo, movie nights, the love that I have for my nephews and my niece and board games.
With my cousin it’s sometimes just needing a good conversation, also Mariah Carey music.

Music, writing and cooking.

It’s the memories that now appear in sepia tone. Distance because you can’t talk about them with those involved. It’s forgetting their gone when something good happens and immediately realizing you can’t. It’s smelling a scent, hearing a sound, feeling something and being taken back to them.

This is gonna be wild to say. I grieve those who I lost every day… but as selfish as this might be, I grieve my security from before I got sick in 2019 so much. I felt like I was in my pretty good health journey before getting diagnosed.. and I’ve just had a hard time catching my footing again.

My Grandfather, who was like my father.

He’s been gone 17 years.

The soundtrack to the 70s Cartoon “The Winds of Change” I think it would be a vibe for her..

Werewolf mafia poker…