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i wish i were a shorebird so bad man im sick abojt it
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JEEVES AND WOOSTER 3.03 'Introduction on Broadway'
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damn they weren’t lying that mental health medication CAN make the heat even more unbearable
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The Braun “Atelier” HiFi system, designed by Dieter Rams and Peter Hartwein, part of the collection of Die Neue Sammlung in Munich. The present version is the Final Edition produced between 1984 and 1988. Photo from May 2025.
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im not sure if americans realize this but "not knowing anything about other countries and their politics" is very much a USamerican privilege and not actually a sign of like. how oppressed you are
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uhh bunch of doodles
(diary entry under the cut)
Dear diary,
Yesterday, Jeeves let me cradle his face in these hands of mine. This might not seem like much but allow me to paint the full picture here. Quite frankly, I've had a few opportunities to hold this brilliant lemon before, whenever the poor thing was burning up with fever and whatnot. But, until now, I had never quite noticed how... soft Jeeves is. In that moment, with both hands on his map drowsy with sleep, I felt like I was being trusted with the most precious loaf of bread in all of England. No wonder; he's Jeeves after all. I mean to say, even in the wildest thunderstorm, you wouldn't catch less than fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked! It's a mystery how he does it, really.
But what I'm getting at is that I am only telling you this now because, for one simple reason, I couldn't tell you right away, or else I would have—Jeeves knows how no force is too great to try and stop me from jotting down a few notes on paper for later use in my books. No, you see, I couldn't because we were both getting ready for our respective beauty sleep, which meant only one thing: if I wanted to be the little spoon this time, I had to avoid any hesitation and nosedive in the sheets before Jeeves did, and lounge invitingly—as much as the willowy Wooster frame could—as to leave no room for arguments. One can enjoy doing the fulfilling act of embracing but one can also desire one's corpus to be enveloped by warmth itself, what. I didn't get to say as much right then though because, to my surprise, Jeeves had already followed me without a word and wrapped his arms round me. Directly, I felt like the happiest pillow on earth, as any pillow would be while being so firmly held and loved. But, again, I did not voice the thought; I simply let myself melt into the arms of Jeeves.
So, you see, there could possibly have been no time to grab a pen and fill you, dear diary, in on the whole binge.
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Sometimes processing trauma looks like making mini comics about dogs.
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i have cptsd from the way i was treated 15-18 and i've been filtering everything through that trauma ever since
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@tiny-moss-patch replied to your post “i survived not only being homeless and escaping a...”:
I wholeheartedly wish for better things for you. Having experienced similar things as well, I want to express that you are incredibly brave for surviving this and holding on! And you do deserve better and I hope you will have many good things in your future!
thank you. it was a long time ago and i'm in a much better place now, i just havent processed it before.
middle class children are soulless little shits
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i survived not only being homeless and escaping a violently abusive ex with zero support from family or friends, but while actually being bullied and abused by them too. the grief of this sits in my chest like a stone. i deserved so much better
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anyone who claims we didnt protest the iraq war is a fucking liar

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