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If there is ever an opportunity to make something into a game, you should definitely do that

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I take myself too seriously still sometimes

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Found a sketchbook entry from when I got a really bad haircut February of 2024 in Montreal. I usually cut my own hair but thought I would treat myself to going to a salon. That guy really fucked my shit up and I'm still evening it out.

I didn't remember these drawings but when I saw them remembered how much I cared about things like that back then. I remember tying a bandana around my hair because it was too short to even pin back, haha.

Idk now I give myself bad haircuts all the time and it's fun. Get a bad haircut who care.

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I love when a person is living a life that suits them well

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August 4/25

Girls just want to be decoded

Everything is important and it all is really that deep

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Thoughts During a Friend's Wedding Today

It is so wholesome when two really, really nice people decide to get married

It is amazing people can fall in love with each other. I feel like it has always only been in one direction at a time for me

I would have to be really, REALLY sure to get married. I think I am capable of being that sure, though

I think eloping is better than a wedding

A small wedding is better than a big wedding

If I had a wedding, I would put in the schedule the time where it was appropriate for all the introverts to leave early. They wouldn't have to feel obligated to stay for speeches, socializing, games or dancing

Why do weddings always make me cry?

I like that they had bells to ring instead of clapping

I like that they hired a brass band instead of a string quartet

They performed a song together and it made me cry (a lot of things at the wedding made me cry)

It was overcast all ceremony until they started singing then the sun came out. When the song finished the sun went behind a cloud again.

It is a really big honour to be invited to someone's wedding

Wow this is a very religious ceremony

I want to get married one day. I hope that happens.

The back door of the reception hall led to a nice forest path that I took a few socializing breaks on. I took a cup of coffee and my camera out and took some pictures. Here are a few.

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I took myself so seriously three hours ago

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Had this page for five years!!! I can't remember all of the different things I have used it for and all the names it has had, but I think it started as a final project in my journalism class third year??

Anyways, I've posted a lot of bad things on here. I enjoy talking to myself here.

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And I want to tell him one day

I always said goodbye to him last

On purpose

His name felt

tasted

the best in my mouth

Like eating dessert last

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Been trying to remember

That life expands in all directions.

Not just North, South, East, and West.

There's Nouth, Sorth, Wast, and Eest

(East and Eest SOUND the same but are DIIFFERENT directions)

Then there's Nest, Sast, Euth and Worth

(Worth is a scary one but always good too)

Then there's Nast, Sest, Wouth and Earth

(Earth wraps around so it covers the rest)

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Tambourine on beat two

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I was worried I wouldn't cry

at my father's funeral.

But I did

So I guess that's good

I guess

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This is amazing.

The Birth of Justice

The Birth of Justice by Bryon Slack

Truth lay wounded, but unbroken. Her light dimmed, but did not die.

Wrath stood guard— a wall of fire where once there was only clarity.

He did not comfort Her. He did not speak. He simply burned, so none could strike Her again.

But Truth— She does not believe in vengeance alone, for She sees the Deceit in it. And Wrath— He knew the fire must cool.

So they lay together, not in passion, but in purpose— a union forged not of want, but of need.

And from that heat, from that ache, from that long, holy silence—

Justice was born.

He did not cry. He did not rage. He opened His eyes, and saw everything.

He was not swaddled, not kissed, not named in joy.

He stood. He listened. He weighed the world before He ever spoke.

He was born to punish, and born to balance— to carry what neither parent could bear alone.

He is the answer to wounds that Truth remembers and Wrath regrets.

And when He walks, systems tremble— not from fear, but from the knowledge that someone is finally watching, with eyes that will not close.

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My life is a series of three-week-long days stacked on top of each other.

I have to flip the calendar before I go to sleep every night.

I am running out of calendars but I always find a new one in time.

I am good at that, the getting.

I'm bad at the other, the staying.

I am bad at days.

Good at weeks.

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Lately I have been taking baths.

Standing to wash my hair in the shower takes too much energy.

I feel like a depressed mermaid in a cramped lagoon.

I rinse the bubbles away by pouring warm cups of water over my own head in a grungy little baptism.

Each time red dye tinting the water a little more pink.

Death Cab for Cutie playing from my phone on the counter.

At least I feel clean when I get out.

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You run through the window.

Get a shard in your arm.

Then you swear that the glass is what

caused you the harm.

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I don’t like how I talk. I end every sentence by trailing off. It’s like I end with … when I need to end with . Or !!