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With that, let me leave you with this.

I won’t feel this way tomorrow and when I do, I won’t feel this by next week.

Tumblr it’s been real

I am leaving Tumblr. It’s been real fun, but it was never mine. Will I be live journaling elsewhere? Who knows. May godsleastfavoritesoldier rest in peace.

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

I am leaving Tumblr. It’s been real fun, but it was never mine. Will I be live journaling elsewhere? Who knows. May godsleastfavoritesoldier rest in peace.

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Feeling unwanted today ❤️

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I am bitter this morning despite the amount of honey in my tea.

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

I thought finding and loving myself would feel like crawling out of the shell I inhabited. It’s not. For me at least, it’s been crawling in, dusting, rearranging the shelves, questioning some of the quirkier design choices, and settling in. I thought it was an inhale of life. Instead it’s a deep exhale of relief. I hope everyone finds that one day.

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

I thought finding and loving myself would feel like crawling out of the shell I inhabited. It’s not. For me at least, it’s been crawling in, dusting, rearranging the shelves, questioning some of the quirkier design choices, and settling in. I thought it was an inhale of life. Instead it’s a deep exhale of relief. I hope everyone finds that one day.

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

Thinking a lot today about sadness. Longing. The ache. Thinking about the times it’s been too much for people. People I loved dearly. Today, it’s my hope that I’ll find someone who can see the beauty in my sadness. See the past I’ve overcome, the effort I give to be, the softness that comes with my quiet resignation, my love that comes from a place of understanding what it is like to suffer. To be, not only loved, but appreciated for being more than just a “wonderful, interesting” person.

Anyway. Happy Monday!

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

Thinking a lot today about sadness. Longing. The ache. Thinking about the times my sadness has been too much for people. People I loved dearly. Today, it’s my hope that I’ll find someone who can see the beauty in my sadness. See the past I’ve overcome, the effort I give to be, the softness that comes with my quiet resignation, my love that comes from a place of understanding what it is like to suffer. To be, not only loved, but appreciated for being more than just a “wonderful, interesting” person.

Anyway. Happy Monday!

[godsleastfavoritesoldier]

It’s okay to be sad today. Just wanted you to know that.

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My soul hurts

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my type is people with autism

stoned and autistic at a party trying to make conversation: I find the comparative lifespan of organisms so interesting. Spiders are comparatively long lived animals. Female black widows can live up to 3 years but their male counterparts rarely live four months. Some tarantulas live upwards of 20 years. The longest lived spider was around 43 years old when she was cruelly assassinated by a parasitic wasp. Domestic rats have a lifespan comparable to female black widows. To put things into perspective, there are spiders that remember a pre-pandemic world but it is likely every rat on earth was born post-COVID. There could be a spider out there born when Reagan was in office.

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Y’all I’m so high and half asleep that I just thought to myself “yeah there’s no way I’m gonna be able to drive home”.

Bitch, I’m in bed.

My bed.

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Accidentally ordered two gallons of ranch from Wingstop. Oopsie

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Well did you sit her outside!?!?

found a rock in the kitchen and as I was about to throw it in the trash I thought "wait this is cruel I should let it outside" as if it was a living thing

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I died. I’m dead. Last night killed me. And I have to go run the pride booth for the big man. Corporate pride is ruining my life and it has nothing to do with the poor choices I made last night. There were so many of them. But nothing to do with the multitudinous bad choices.

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Sometimes, though rarely, I allow myself to be messy. I RELISH in being messy. Anyway, such an eventful night. Kisses mmmwah