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internalscream · 2 years
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autumn you won! I'll turn on the heater
but only because I don't want the guinea-pigs to get sick
not because I care for the house getting moldy and moist or my own safety
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internalscream · 2 years
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no damn demon could even *be* under my bed bc of all the random shit I've stuffed under there
- calming
demons need no space
- never being lonely ever again
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internalscream · 2 years
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no damn demon could even *be* under my bed bc of all the random shit I've stuffed under there
- calming
demons need no space
- never being lonely ever again
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internalscream · 2 years
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“One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story — not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”
— Sophia Dembling
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internalscream · 2 years
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I used to wish to spend more time with my family
nowadays this would be my biggest nightmare
so I name it a blessing it never came to be
humans called that a twisted thought to my facearea but meh
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internalscream · 2 years
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... it was good . no one died as far as I'm aware. thats good I've heard
migraine + driving lesson = ??
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internalscream · 2 years
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migraine + driving lesson = ??
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internalscream · 2 years
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I only know how to stuff all possible incurring emotions under the metaphorical bed inside my brain so excuse me while I watch encanto and cry
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internalscream · 2 years
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when you're alone and feel unsave remember:
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internalscream · 2 years
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internalscream · 2 years
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nothing hardens you as much as taking care of a house.
food moths and their larvaes
different bugs, flies and wasps
froggies when you ment to mow the lawn
a rat, died in the pond, probably without a chance escaping with the black flexible cover underneath their feet , floating with blind whitened eyes staring into the sky and at the ground under the water, the skin on the tail starting to shed, taking the few hairs with it. Yet still movable and soft, nearly no possibility to be picked up with a net so grabbing is needed
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