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WOLFEY VGC BROUGHT COVERT CLOAK LUNALA TO WORLDS????????????????

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this august do whatever you want and stay up late

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Dame un grrr

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Is that what I've been doing, all this time? Writing poetry? Is that what all this unhinged posting was? Is a poet all I am?

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Peeling the lid off of a yogurt and it's a big spiral staircase going down forever

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I bought one of her shirts a few years back! She's great.

have you lot heard about the tiktoker who’s taking on the actual government over a parking ticket? because she’s a hero

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"a very tall building in some big buildings with red skies" "a man riding on the back of a horse in a city" "a man walking through an industrial district in the dark on a foggy day"

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Даная\Danaë by Andrey Surnov

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Rupaul's Stanford Prison Experiment

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Troublesome feelings.

Yesterday I went with several beautiful women to the sunflower festival and did a little photoshoot among the sunflowers. There was a bit of hiking involved, and I got hot and sweaty, and my ankles are kind of banged up. I suppose fresh air and exercise was good for me, so why do I feel so bad?

I'm pleased to have done it and have some nice photos. It was fun, but… usually when I do a photoshoot I am exercising my libido and my narcissism. Letting it free, a little bit, in a safe way. I use photography of people to speak about my own feelings and experiences. Yesterday I didn't let that part of me out. Instead, the part of my brain (atrophied as it is) that tries to be polite and social had to handle things. The girls chatted and vented about their lives and I felt so … restricted, so outside the conversation, even though I know listening and making supportive noises is supposed to feel like connection.

I know what I need to do. I need to go to the club and touch someone, actually connect. It's just, I'm reluctant to spend the money.

Then after the shoot I went to poetry night and the poetry was good and intense. I read on the open mic but I felt like my poems didn't really land, and also none of them spoke from that place I had been restricting. I tried to participate in conversation too but I think I was distracted and didn't express myself well. Basically I feel like I spent my social battery several times over and came away without any fulfillment of yearning.

Today … got to do the grocery, laundry, dog, work on pictures. Otherwise it's a slow day. I have therapy on Tuesday so I can complain then about how I never feel the way I'm supposed to feel.

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getting ahead of the curve and posting my ✨ flufftober prompts ✨ eeeek !

do not resuscitate

murder-suicide

shooting a man in reno just to watch him die

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Cemetery Watercolor, 2025

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something about loving a character and wishing the narrative did too