Tumblr, I’m reaching out to all of you with a project.
These are pictures of my mother’s grave. For those not aware, my mother passed away this past January 22nd, 2013. She suffered from AML leukemia for two years, starting from when she was diagnosed early January of 2011.
My mother loved the beach. Her bathroom and our den were decorated in beach decor, her favorite vacations included anything that got her out on the sand, and she absolutely loved to collect shells. The majority of the ones displayed in the pictures were ones collected by her on family vacations over the course of her life, along with some donated by other family members.
But as you can see, there’s still a lot of black and grey underneath showing through. We want to fill it completely, so none of the tarp underneath shows through.
That’s where you and Project Seashell comes in.
We want your shells. No matter where you’re from, big or small, broken or whole, if you have seashells and you’re willing to donate them to our cause, we want them.
I know it would mean a lot to my mother to have shells from other places around the country - or maybe even the world.
Perhaps it’s a silly wish, but it’s one that would bring such joy to me and my family.
If you would like to send us your shells, please message me and I will give you our address. For those that can’t donate for whatever reason, a signal boost will be equally appreciated.
Thank you, to everyone willing to help.
I can’t believe there’s already 54 notes, thank you so much to everyone, even if its just a signal boost; every little bit counts.
By the way everyone, this is my sister. xD But yes, now we’re at 74 notes, and we’ve got about seven or eight people that have agreed to send us shells.
The tag we’re going to be using is ’ Project Seashell ‘. Picture updates and other posts about the Project can be found there, for those interested.
Again, thanks so much everyone <3
That kid is too unpredictable.
Wait, never mind, it’s like one in the morning.
This is a bad time to be alive. So much technology, so much dependency, so little understanding and support…
I lost my handy-dandy demon summoning kit a while ago. Besides, they seem to be sick of seeing my face.
I’m trying not to throw something. It isn’t exactly a finished product or whatever, but it IS an important character design that I was working on for two hours… I CAN’T DO THIS ARTIST THING WHEN I CAN’T EVEN GET TECHNOLOGY TO OBEY ME.
My story is creepy, sulky, dark. Comedic, happy-go-lucky, enlightened. I refuse to be a side story because I MATTER. I have lived and will live enough of a life to fill a shelf of books because I REFUSE to STOP living. I cannot be stopped.
My god, it would be a pretty baby.
Why does what someone else might or might not see have such an impact on a person’s personal worth? My body isn’t going to change if someone sees more skin.