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I do something similar! Every once in a while I open a box of my grandmother’s old coats and sweaters. They still smell like her perfume and it makes me feel like she’s standing right behind me, smiling.
i never met my dads dad, but last night at my grandmothers house i put on my grandfathers air force coat from the war…i put my hand in the pockets wondering what he had put there years before.
I did the same thing after my mom left for Afghanistan, I kept her room closed to keep it smelling like her and would hug her pillow because it felt like I was hugging her.
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I had sex with my ex-boyfriend, to verify his homosexuality. I can't decide if that makes me slutty or just a good friend... 4 days ago
Im gay but I dnt know what to do cuz if theres hell i dnt wanna be in it. A girl kissed me when i was 9, Im 19 now but im lonely n confused. 4 days ago
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That is one of the sweetest things I have read on here. It sounds like you had a great relationship with someone really special.
I do this too. <3
me too ^_^ i do that with my husbands stuff while he’s gone <3
I wear my Grandpa’s tshirt to bed for that reason.
I totally do the same thing.
This one made me cry like a baby.
I do something similar! Every once in a while I open a box of my grandmother’s old coats and sweaters. They still smell like her perfume and it makes me feel like she’s standing right behind me, smiling.
i never met my dads dad, but last night at my grandmothers house i put on my grandfathers air force coat from the war…i put my hand in the pockets wondering what he had put there years before.
I did the same thing after my mom left for Afghanistan, I kept her room closed to keep it smelling like her and would hug her pillow because it felt like I was hugging her.
when i had anorexia, i was small enough to wear my grandmother’s belt. i gained weight and now that is what i miss most about my eating disorder