the whole "your [dead] pet got sent to live on a beautiful farm" euphemism used to confuse the heck out of me, bc when i was little my parents actually did send our dog to live on a farm

shutup shutup shutup yes i know it really happened bc WE GOT THE DOG BACK EVENTUALLY. i know i've trained you all not to trust my basic understanding of reality (it's mid at best) but this is not me once again being extremely naive, WE GOT THE DOG BACK LATER

*my autistic ass nodding along sincerely as my classmates sarcastically refer to "being sent to live on a farm upstate"* yeah like when my parents had to move for work and Bingo went to live with my uncle for two years

i... don't actually have any memories of the dog before it went to the farm. technically i have no firsthand evidence that it was the same dog. i just remember knowing we had a dog on a farm and eventually the dog appeared. that would be an INSANE thing to lie to a 5-year-old about. then again my parents have definitely done weirder

ah. tumblr's favorite game. gaslighting gaud

it used to be the other way around IT USED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND WHAT IS THIS WHERE AM I WHATS HAPPENING