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i am a grandma in the sense that i have the kind of joy that can only come from ignorance against the whole world. it's child-like and it's refined and it's probably 4 apples tall and i have dementia. i have no clue what's going on ever outside of the apples my brain is deteriorating. i wear knitted clothes and bake cookies and i try looking at the sun sometimes. i have forgotten everything and i do like jesus. i have poisoned my husband and i smile 63 times in a single day
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♡ & the dresses of the dolls I thrifted today ♡
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i really don't like words... i feel i don't know how to use them properly. when i try i'm aware of how i come across. i use too many or maybe they're just maladjusted in the sentence. a lot of people tend to assume my attempts to portray things accurately as some sort of vanity when it's always been more of a cry for help. when i speak in a way that feels accurate to myself, it makes no sense. when i understand things in the world, it's always done quietly too. very quiet. i like people's eyes, i like their gestures, and i like their voices. i should look into more non-verbal ways of expression
#snowdrop#like music... hmm#i love music!#i also don't sound right when i speak... it's all messy#so i prefer being quiet unless it's someone i like a lot
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i'm so happy *turns into a bubble and floats away*
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