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embarrassment has good bones

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how will i sleep knowing that i spent the whole day thinking about things, panicking and procrastinating instead of doing them:

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An update on the bird situation. While I was at work, my mother took the poor thing to a veterinary clinic, where they told her that they don't specialize in this kind of thing, which means they can't help.

Of course, we weren't satisfied with this answer, so we contacted the Kaunas Ornithology Service. They said that they weren't going to do anything either. And since the bird's wing was damaged and it can't fly, they advised us to just take it back to where we found it...

Now the fate of the little fella will depend on us. We'll try to nurse it back to health, but to be honest, this is the first time something like this has happened to us, so we have no experience at all in such matters.

Mom found a black swift with a wounded wing and took him in, out of the kindness of her heart. I scoured the entire Internet looking for numbers to call in such cases in my city and either I'm blind or I'm formulating the request incorrectly, because I can't find a damn thing!

A regular veterinary clinic won't accept him. Most likely. So what can I do with this miracle so as not to ruin it?

It's just that if it's more or less clear with cats and dogs, then this is completely new territory. And as luck would have it, this happened exactly at the moment when I finally decided to get rid of my smart "assistant" gpt. Because I realized that I've simply forgotten how to google, independently search for information and communicate.

For *uck's sake I hope little fella will be fine.

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from one of my unfinished poems

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Mom found a black swift with a wounded wing and took him in, out of the kindness of her heart. I scoured the entire Internet looking for numbers to call in such cases in my city and either I'm blind or I'm formulating the request incorrectly, because I can't find a damn thing!

A regular veterinary clinic won't accept him. Most likely. So what can I do with this miracle so as not to ruin it?

It's just that if it's more or less clear with cats and dogs, then this is completely new territory. And as luck would have it, this happened exactly at the moment when I finally decided to get rid of my smart "assistant" gpt. Because I realized that I've simply forgotten how to google, independently search for information and communicate.

For *uck's sake I hope little fella will be fine.

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it's true.. and the more you think about it and don't say it out loud, the more it worries and eats away at you from the inside..

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me, trying to make new friends with people be like:

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Six in the morning. A little less than an hour to the final destination. We drive in fits and starts, as if in fragments of a dream.

Then we fall into the fog - thick, whitish, as if everything around us was covered with cotton wool. You can't even see the cars next to us. And then suddenly - bang! - we emerge, and there, behind the glass, is the sun. It rises with us. Slowly, tiredly, but still rises.

I managed to sleep. How much - I don't know. But, apparently, enough to not melt into a tired puddle. Although the body still aches: numb legs, aching knee, rumble stomach. I want to break away. From the bus, from the seat, from the road. Just breathe deeply.

I look out the window, without blinking. This is my first trip to Europe. And not just like that - to Prague. I have a plan in my head: first check in, then take a shower, wash off the entire road, and then... coffee. And an energy drink. And a city that seems to be calling.

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A bus journey is not just a tired desire to stretch your legs after ten hours of travel. It is an entire universe, compressed to the size of a seat, a window and a pair of warm hands next to you.

Behind these windows is something alien. But strangely, it is this alien that seems brighter, more alive, as if more saturated in all respects: the fields are more spacious, the colors are thicker, even the sky is higher. The people are unfamiliar, the houses are different, the roads are unusual. And yet this does not make you anxious - on the contrary, it makes you breathe easier.

It is probably about freedom. The kind that grows from within as soon as the bus crosses the border. The kind that I will finally feel when I set foot on this land and realize: I don’t know where I am. At all. No street, no language, no rules. And this is not emptiness. This is joy. Pure, childish, almost naive.

I am not even mentioning the places that we pass by too quickly. I want to ask the driver: please stop for at least a minute! - just to have time to look at this lopsided house on the slope, this horse with a shiny side, this tiny church almost lost in the greenery. To preserve them not only in memory, but also in a photo, even if it is blurry. Storks - those ones, on lampposts. And corn fields, swaying as if breathing. Cows with tags in their ears. The sky, which is different every time. Colors that cannot be described.

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why does life keep hitting me when I literally look like this:

no weapons against me shall prosper

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I need money like crazy.. especially after and if I get braces. Part of me still wants to give up on this idea because of the money, even though I specifically saved up for it, but between payments I'll literally will be living

paycheck to paycheck 😢🙏 I will update if something happens.. but boy oh boy.. anything would help.

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everyone wants weird until weird is actually weird and they don’t know how to cope with that

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that boy is a monster. 

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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

Bram Stoker, Dracula

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Several times in life we are faced with a choice when the decision we make determines our entire future destiny... And no one will make this choice for you, only you.

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Just leaving this here...