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psa: kiss your vampire girlfriend. let her bite you. offer her your blood.
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once i master my adhd and stop believing that i’m waiting for my life to begin and accept what i cannot change and finish cleaning my room and stick to a productive schedule and drink enough water and meditate and organize all the important papers in the paper pile and start being consistent and say the nice things to myself and gain confidence its OVER for you bitches
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why are people so obsessed with everything being an app? I keep seeing so many things people just asking for whatever to have an app and it's just like. or you could just use the fucking website. websites do exist. you can use them. it doesn't need to be an app.
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God what i wouldn't give to have the sheer stamina and work ethic of my next door neighbor. Every morning, 8am, the hammers and drills come out. he's putting up shelves. he's feeding cables through walls 6 inches from my pillow. He's putting together furniture. He's making smoothies. He's 74 years old. Does it piss me off? of course. But i have to admit that he is clearly also the superior being. I need The Substance but to turn me (anemic 20-something with the constitution of a consumptive Victorian child) into this absolute beast of a man
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during the smoke sesh our brooding silent friend said "forgive me master" before reducing the entire bowl to ashes in one hit and he didnt even cough
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The grief continues and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and g
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that medieval peasant you’re trying to kill with hyper-pop is gonna make you clean and butcher a chicken and you’re gonna throw up.
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