Trala’s Tent

🧚🏼‍♂️⭐✨Happy HumpDay GrowStars⭐✨🧚🏼‍♂️
Everything is still plodding along. I’ve taken a seed out to hopefully wake by Sunday. I’m really gonna try this seed in every 21 days. My brain can’t see how it will work, but I have faith in my numbers man lol

🌹The Bloom Room

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🌱The Veg Tent

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I’m another nightshift tonight. A 10hr FML. But on the upside, Northern Hemisphere I’ll be coming for your day. Be ready. Xo
 
Hello there :)

Welcome to our Tent of Debauchery. I’m super sad we are meeting under such sad circumstances. My sincere condolences, to you. While I haven’t lived the horror of my child choosing to end his life, I have had to live with having my mother suicide. She overdosed on oxy. She was suicidal most of my life. She died 6 years ago.

Grieving is a process, and you have to walk through that process and endure the horror best you can. The guilt, the blame, the flashbacks, the reconciliation of the smells, the visual trauma of having to organise the cleaning up what remains of the death site. But it is what it is. They’re are gone. We are still here. We march on.

Suicide is a choice. Death is coming for all of us. While it is always super upsetting when the victim isn’t yet old enough to make an informed decision, coz suicide can be a long term solution to a short term problem, life is not for everybody. And the only thing we can take from it with full certainty, they are now free of their mental misery.

Your son would not want you to suffer, even though you do. Your son would not want you to stay broken, even though you will. Your son would want you to let in the light, smile, feel peace and in time you will learn to live with your loss.

Your boy is free. Free of the pain. Free of the feeling of drowning in his own thoughts. Free from the self loathing. Free of the whole fucking mess. He tried. He just couldn’t. He is where we will one day be. He just got there quicker than us.

I send you love and I send you strength. And if you tell me his name I will plant a memorial plant for him in my garden. Because as long as you speak his name his spirit lives. We are only really gone the last time our name is spoken here on earth.

You are not alone. If you are struggling under the weight of your grief reach out. If you have a keyboard, help is everywhere.

Xo
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You grow nothing but nice plants and great pictures. 🍋
Thanks Keef :)

It’s so easy now. Those black sheets ate a great back drop.

My flower plants are ok. But I’m hoping my veggers will be better.
 
Meh Ive been saying it for 2 years.

Not even so much as a piece of shitty parse craft... .

Actually I take that back. She sent me card once, that was too rude to display. And a return address that still makes looking the post office bloke in the eye uncomfortable.

Dont ever change. Scallywag.
Lolling!

Buttplugs 4 BigBoyz wasn’t it?!

I’ll send you some ShittyArsed Craft bruv :)

I just got some resin.
 
I had no idea Pineapple Chunks made such big chunky buds Tra! The one I grew got like 9 feet tall but had buds the size of quarters. I'm going to do better this time! C'mon spring! Only a couple of months before I get ready for outside!
Yeah boiiiiii!

I’ll take a glitter pic tomoz.

I think she’s in the window, or nearing it.
 
Plants look great, but so is your grow environment. What are the glass pot leaf and other things hanging up high? Cheers Trala
That’s my ShittyArsed Craft! I make mobiles with my plants skeletons and hang kitchy shit off them lol!

Me: I am a minimalist. I hate nicknacks, excessive colour or clutter.

Also me:

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I’m an oxymoron with a twist of bipolar and a hint of autism. LOLLING!

On to more practical news, I’m trying to wake a new bee! Cross your fingers she wakes. Xo

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