picklewithaz

[picklewithaz]

Damn this is accurate

Bi culture TikTok

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Let yourself be angry.

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5 things nice about me?????? That’s like more than one

1: I’m adorable.

2: I have high self esteem/confidence???? My friends can back me up lol

3: I can actually sing fairly well

4: my drawing obsession

5: I am good at spontaneous conversations

I literally can’t tag ten people cause half the people were already tagged lol end me

When you get this, please say 5 nice things about yourself publicly, then send it to 10 of your followers 💘

Thanks, ummm 5 nice things about myself? I think these count?

-I care about my friends a lot (I’m a mom friend)

-I’m creative and have a big imagination

-I make good cookies

-I’m a good listener and I’m always there for people

-I like to make people smile or laugh on a bad day!

Sorry if these don’t quite qualify, don’t usually talk about myself like this in most instances! 😅🤗

Now for my followers!

@silvia7272 @river1983 @sam-spectra @picklewithaz @cheesynoodles12 @zgirlly @sp4cewaifu @lenacraft @gloriafee4 @bisexual-pterodactyl

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Preach babe, preach!

Okay, so this is a random post but I gotta get it off my chest or I’ll scream.

HERSHEY CHOCOLATE ISNT THE ONLY GODDAMN CHOCOLATE WE HAVE! Especially in Wisconsin where I live we have a bunch of locally sourced chocolate due to the locally sourced milk. But Europeans (and im usually pointing towards the British-Isle and France region) seem to just hate Hershey’s and label it as all chocolate we have! I can understand not liking it, it’s cheap quality and the acid component that is in the chocoalte doesn’t give them a great taste to forgeiners, but some other products taste better and don’t have that acidic problem. We have an entirely different flavor palette due to where we live and what we grow up with, and I get that; American candy in general is much sweeter than other countries as a standard. BUT! A lot of people just seem to shit on American chocolate without trying any of the better ones. If you’ve tried other chocolate and don’t care for it? Fine sorry you don’t like it! But at least try something else besides Hershey before sending us to the chopping block for chocolate! Personally as a person who loves chocolate, and can’t stand a week without some of it, I have many local chocolates or chocolatirians I like that aren’t Reese’s or more common chocolates.

Here’s a few:

- Gail Ambrosius Chocolatier

- Cow Pie (Baraboo Company)

- Dillion’s Chocolate

- Sjolinds Chocolate House (Mt Horeb)

- Wilmar Chocolates (Appleton)

- Burke Candy and Ingredients (Milwaukee)

- To many to name but a lot of homemade chocolate fudge shops are great! /Original Wisconsin Dells Fudge - is my favorite and I loved to visit when I got the chance.

Sadly I can’t remember the more local candy bars; since I haven’t been out lately. But if I remember or venture out once again I’ll do a follow up post! But here is a few places and chocolates to try if you ever come to Wisconsin or if you have someone visiting! We have some good chocolate places!

Also! If any of my foreign followers or just pass by readers tell me what chocolate places or chocolate bars you like or I should visit!

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There is something enlightening about finally being okay enough to dance around your home in underwear and a crop top and genuinely enjoying it.

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When I looked at you I felt like I was standing near a firefly. Forgotten and misunderstood and thought of as ever replaceable. But you weren’t. You stood there flickering desperately with hope for change that slowly sank away into the deeps of the effervescent stars in the encompassing night sky. You were quiet and a mystery to me that made me the detective that hoped to discover every truth that I could. You brought whispers of feelings and truth that I wanted to snatch and keep in a jar on my windowsill but instead I felt as it tumbled through my fingers like water. Leaving me behind and desperate I curled into a cave of broken hope and lost my direction. When I looked at you I saw the opposite of myself. A firefly over an ant.

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I looked at them like I was the insignificant moon to their stars. They shone like lights while I simply reflected their light, as of hoping that maybe their brilliance would be shared. Could be shared. I gazed upon them in wonder as though they were planets around me. Everlasting and strong, but subject to the changing of growth. I saw them as ethereal while I only saw myself as muting that beauty.

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On bad hair days

Curly hair

It looks like crackling lightning, Medusa in brown, spilled wine or smeared charcoal

It is rebellious

It is violence

It’s the senseless discourse

On good hair days

Curly hair

It looks like gold threads, home made chocolate, burning flames, or twisting smoke

It is wild

It is fluid

It’s the beauty of chaos

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On bad hair days

Straight hair

Appears like crackling straw, creeping twigs, burnt sugar, or enthusiastic eels.

It tangles and twines

It snarls and whines

It looks messy and unrefined.

On good hair days

Straight hair

Appears like sun rays, melting chocolate, dripping magma or tantalizing licorice

It twists and holds

It curls and pulls

It looks quiet and peaceful

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One day I will have the self confidence to put that sticker down without hesitating.

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Okay so

Bear with me

What if dinosaurs sounded like chickens...

I have chickens and I have heard everything from purring to screaming.

Like I’m imagining a T-Rex fucking screaming

I’ll draw something soon.

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That moment when you realize your rooster understands no better than half your family members.

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I found a four leaf clover

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Sometimes I laugh because my mom doesn’t let me have boys over for sleepovers because she doesn’t want me to have sex or be /inappropriate/

I’m bi.

No boys won’t stop me.

Try me Mother.

Mwahahhahaha hahahah

God I’m so fucking gay what the fuck.

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I love the feeling of cold water on my skin.

It brings tingles to my senses of nostalgia filled memories.

Of the rain as it tumbles from the clouds to brush my cheeks like a goodbye from a lover I’ll never meet again.

Of the ocean as it leaves at low tide like the leaving wave of the last leaf in autumn.

It’s a quieting sort of feeling.

A sort of consciousness if you really think of it.

I love the feeling of cold water on my skin.

I love the feeling of hot water on my skin.

It brings sparks of soft touches and comfort.

Of the hugs from people I held close with laughter and inside jokes mixed with the bright colors of their eyes as they smile.

Of the soft lovers I once kept close before letting my heart shatter as I let them go with hot tears that fell down my cheeks and trembling lips.

It’s a humbling sort of feeling.

A sort of consciousness if you think about it.

I love the feeling of hot water on my skin.

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She really was lucky.

"You fucking bastards!" A voice screamed out, echoing through the halls.

It was the third time that week.

"God, Shut up already you goddamn pixy stix!" Was the replying yell.

"They're at it again," a student groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Headphones?" The girl on the opposite couch offered.

The sound of stomping echoed through the halls again. It accompanied the arguing well, and did well to accentuate the frustration of everyone else who had to hear the cacophony of ridiculousness.

"They should just fuck already," came the boy's voice again.

"What was that?!" The first voice yelled again, "What the hell is wrong with you Esmé!"

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" The tall, dark haired girl, Esmé, hissed, "I don't know! Maybe the fact that you can't keep your nosy bitch face away from my business! I deal with enough why do I have to deal with you as well Lucille?"

"Deal with me?" Lucille, a perfect example of how a rich girl would look, blonde hair and all, growled out. "Oh honey I'm a blessing, you act like a heathen, a cave bitch at best!"

"Oh no..." was the resounding groan.

"Should someone get the keeper?" A girl asked.

'The keeper' was the two arguing girls only thread of sanity. A taller girl by the name of Zixie. She was much like the girls older sister, despite being the youngest in the group. She was dubbed 'The keeper' by their dorm mates when they learned that she could easily stop the arguments the two had on a constant basis.

Zixie was, even on her own, a force to reckoned with. At 5 foot 10 inches, and her love of heels, she already had the intimidating height down. Coupled with piercing honey brown eyes and snake like curling brown hair and a penchant for skin tight outfits, she was the enchantress who would burn you for any slight against her and hers.

A soft click of stilettos upon wooden floors echoed. Cutting through even the loudest yells of Lucille and Esmé.

A hush fell over the common room of the dorm building. The only sound left was arguing.

"Uh oh... Zixie is here..." a voice mumbled.

"Lucille? Esmé?" Zixie called. The two conflicting individuals froze. Quickly paling.

The two in question were direct opposites in looks. But twins in temper.

Lucille was a rich doll with a temper of a forest fire. Her intelligence matched her friends, and her looks mimicked those of an elf. Blonde hair that danced around her figure and candy blue eyes, alongside the voice of an angel. Lucille was the epitome of ethereal.

Esmé, however, was a demon through and through. Known for her enchanting looks and hypnotic voice, she was practically worshiped. But she was held in fear because of her temper. The two had swiftly bonded over their fiery tempers and grew closer when they discovered Zixie.

The one person to chill the fire they held around themselves.

"Well?" Zixie prompted, cutting through the stark silence, "Why are you arguing so early in the morning?"

"We-"

"I didn't-"

"Lucille. Cut the excuses. Esmé, you first," Zixie spoke softly, but it chilled the room. Those who had been around the trio before knew this was the time that Esmé and Lucille would confess and apologize.

"I was upset because Lucille said I was only sucking up to you because I felt lonely cause she spent time with you yesterday and left me at home..." Esmé spoke, getting quieter as she continued.

"Lucille," Zixie began, "is this true?"

"Yes Zixie."

Lucille looked like a kicked kitten. Guilt evident on her face and lips being bitten to avoid tears, Zixie smiled. Her features softened.

"Esmé if you were lonely, you can always come see me. And Lucille, it wasn't right of you to use time with me against your friend. It's not fair, and I'm sure Esmé wanted to spend time with us but had to complete work instead. It shows responsibility and maturity to do what she did. Do you understand?"

"Yes Zixie..." Lucille looked like she was going to cry, and Esmé looked overwhelmed.

Zixie then chuckled. "You two look like I murdered someone. C'mere," she opened her arms, a smile painted on her lips and fondness in her eyes.

Lucille and Esmé both brightened.

"Zixie!" They cried, quickly embracing the taller girl.

"Yes, yes," the taller girl soothed. Grinning at the two, she patted their heads. She was glad she let the two of them annoy her that first day. And even happier that she she let them into her very guarded circle of trust.

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"Miss Zixie?" A voice called, it was a teacher. Specifically her home room teacher.

"Here," Zixie replied.

"Miss Lucille?" The teacher continued with a nod.

"Present!" The girl beside her sounded and looked stuck up. Zixie made a side note to ignore her and whoever is related to her that year.

"Miss Esmé?" The teacher finished.

"Present ma'am!" Esmé, also sounded stuck up, but she looked less annoying than Lucille. Zixie continued to note that she wasn't going to interact with either.

The sound of the teachers voice was slowly droned out of Zixie's thoughts. She already knew the content.

Before she knew it, it was lunch.

"Zixie! You're coming with us for lunch," Lucille and Esmé declared.

"What-No-" Zixie was cut off.

"Cool! What do you have for lunch?" Esmé asked.

"I have noodles and cookies!" Lucille chimed.

Zixie didn't reply.

She was thoroughly annoyed.

"Zixie? You want a cookie?" Esmé asked, a grin and dancing eyes startled Zixie.

Not remembering the question, she simply nodded.

Esmé giggled. And Lucille gave her a conspirator grin.

"Zixie! You are going to be our best friend!"

"I'm going to be what now?"

And this began the friendship of two psychos and a really pissed off genius.

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Zixie shook off the memory, stretching, she stood up. Around her was an array of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. They were in Esmé's room.

Lucille has already fallen asleep. Esmé was close, and with a grin the girl beckoned.

"M tired Zix, 'mon 'n cuddle me!"

"Yeah, yeah," Zixie indulged Esmè, pulling the sleeping Lucille in as well, she cuddled them into her.

She really was lucky.

—the end—

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Day four of no contact with friends

No sleep and way to many pages of ships and gender swaps