I initially only came here to request memorial status for 
salukfan's journal since she passed away in December. But there's no way I couldn't mark her passing on my own journal since so much of our 16 years together as friends were spent here.
This is the last picture she sent to me of herself in a text when she visited the parks. I gave her that Iago plush on a whim one year as a surprise gift and she took him with her for photos as a thank you. I'm posting it here to illustrate two facts about Samantha that I never want to forget:
1. she is, and always will be, a fucking dork ass nerd and I loved her dearly for it
2. that was just the kind of thoughtful and attentive person she was
I am notoriously terrible about accepting presents from people, but she knew such a simple act like this meant so much to me because she understood me in ways very few ever have (or ever will again). The hardest part of losing her is realizing there's a distinct sense of comfort and nuance that she offered in her friendship which is no longer in my life. To say I'm devastated that she's gone would be almost insulting because there really are no words to describe how much this hurts.
So if anyone out there happens to come across this post and wants to honor the closest thing to a childhood best friend I'll ever have, my partner in crime on many adventures in Orlando, and what was always subconsciously understood as the Deadpan Snarker to my Wise Guy in this odd comedy duo we formed:
I want you to seek out the absurd and bizarre and slightly dysfunctional in the world. Find the unappreciated, the rejected, the overlooked. And I want you to love it unabashedly with all your heart - even when no one else is - because it's what she would have done and did her whole life.
...I also then want you to make an impulse buy, immediately regret it, but then get over it within the span of a day because that's also something she would have done and did her whole life.
(and Samantha, I'll have you know I didn't do the kind of mourning where you get fabulous afterglow skin from crying for days on end. I actually got pale. Like...I have melanin. I have an anti-pale system built in to me, but I still managed to look like a goddamn dole whip made a wish on a star to become human. So you owe me a Christmas miracle or divine intervention when I'm about to do something really, really stupid.
Send my love to Robin and Bourdain.
'Til another Arabian Night ♥).
salukfan's journal since she passed away in December. But there's no way I couldn't mark her passing on my own journal since so much of our 16 years together as friends were spent here.This is the last picture she sent to me of herself in a text when she visited the parks. I gave her that Iago plush on a whim one year as a surprise gift and she took him with her for photos as a thank you. I'm posting it here to illustrate two facts about Samantha that I never want to forget:
1. she is, and always will be, a fucking dork ass nerd and I loved her dearly for it
2. that was just the kind of thoughtful and attentive person she was
I am notoriously terrible about accepting presents from people, but she knew such a simple act like this meant so much to me because she understood me in ways very few ever have (or ever will again). The hardest part of losing her is realizing there's a distinct sense of comfort and nuance that she offered in her friendship which is no longer in my life. To say I'm devastated that she's gone would be almost insulting because there really are no words to describe how much this hurts.
So if anyone out there happens to come across this post and wants to honor the closest thing to a childhood best friend I'll ever have, my partner in crime on many adventures in Orlando, and what was always subconsciously understood as the Deadpan Snarker to my Wise Guy in this odd comedy duo we formed:
I want you to seek out the absurd and bizarre and slightly dysfunctional in the world. Find the unappreciated, the rejected, the overlooked. And I want you to love it unabashedly with all your heart - even when no one else is - because it's what she would have done and did her whole life.
...I also then want you to make an impulse buy, immediately regret it, but then get over it within the span of a day because that's also something she would have done and did her whole life.
(and Samantha, I'll have you know I didn't do the kind of mourning where you get fabulous afterglow skin from crying for days on end. I actually got pale. Like...I have melanin. I have an anti-pale system built in to me, but I still managed to look like a goddamn dole whip made a wish on a star to become human. So you owe me a Christmas miracle or divine intervention when I'm about to do something really, really stupid.
Send my love to Robin and Bourdain.
'Til another Arabian Night ♥).
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