My sister, my mom, my aunts, my cousins, and my grandfather are/were all really tall; my dad is average height and so was his father before him. I feel like I was meant to be tall though and that I probably somehow stunted my growth because I have a long torso and short legs like a dachshund. It’s really hard being me. Hoping for tall powerful children someday
taterhole the most romantic tragedy i know involves dachshunds. our friends in the philippines had a male and female pair. i remember playing with them when we lived there for a month. cobras got into the backyard and attacked one of them. the other came to the rescue and killed both cobras. but they ended up dying together due to their wounds
lucius wow like where the red fern grows 😭 my dog would do that with his labradoodle best friend they are gay for each other and will soon be tragically separated
there’s some unity in being able to find other short people, or being a part of a “short squad,” but then there’s also my younger cousin who is outgrowing me. the pains of not growing are real sometimes. it is easier to make yourself taller than trying to make yourself shorter though, so I am thankful for that
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌