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We gather with heavy hearts to remember Trevor-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Trevor cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Trevor did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Trevor died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself.
May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Trevor.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
nobody will miss him award
whole soybooru celebrated xis death award
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember Trevor-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Tall, muscular, and steady in his presence, he walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
From Europe, Trevor cherished his roots and found deep joy in the comforting traditions of European cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of warmth, memory, and connection. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He carried a pleasant, comforting scent that people often noticed-clean, warm, and reflective of the care he took in how he moved through the world. Trevor did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Trevor died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a quiet strength.
May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Trevor.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
rip joel/ascence
and you
Ban Aztechicano next
Ban Aztechicano next
BAN AZTECHINKCADO
What's up with this ferret
but i know that you admitted once to being a minor in a now deleted post about joel
you do realize days months and years go by right