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Should I just run away to the Scottish highlands? I feel like that would just solve all of my problems

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he's a circus son...

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The croaker is trying to silence me but I will not be silenced!!

You 💃 are 💅 a 👯‍♀️ POSER

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Any advice for living for whimsically? ✨✨✨✨☘️✨🦋✨🍃🍄✨🕸️🪻✨🔮✨🐝👻✨💋🧚🏼✨✨✨✨

And do not say frolicking I have a heart condition and grass makes me itch.

… I am open to dark magic

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You know one of these days I am just going to

J̴̸̴̴̴̧̧̩͖̞̺͎̖̬̩̮͙̲͇͎̗̦̓͛̑̃̀͆͆̅̏̈́̓͋͒̑̌͝͝v̵̶̷̴̸̧̛̞͙͍̤̠̠̜̬̹͈̮͚̼̯̗͈̜̜͎̎́̌̓̇̇̾̈́̅͐̈́̇̔̄͗̿̈́̋͐ͅt̷̶̵̸̶̡̧̨̳͈͇͕̫̜̫̹̪͐̈́̏͌́̍̇̀̐̿̈́̈̓̑̓̊̆͛̃ç̷̵̶̴̴̨̧̗͓̯͈̪̬͔̪̗̝̻̫͕̌͂̒̐̅̎̋͐̂̄̔͜͝w̸̶̶̷̵̨̧̧̧͖̖͓̙̦͍͚̫̫̣̺̳̽̈́͑͒̆̃̄̍́̆̏͊̔͗̑͠y̸̸̶̵̶̢̫̣͚͔͙̯̺̘̣͍̼̫̗̘͓͐̾͆̉̈̈́̑͌̍̍͆͆͗̉͝͠a̴̸̸̶̸̧̨̳͉̮̟̺͓̬͚̮̗̼͚̯͒̂͛͗̋̃̂̋͒̅̓͒̓͑̋̑̇̈̚͝ş̶̷̸̶̵̨̧͔̹͕̤̘͙̯͚̘͉͈̙̪͔̙̗̗͇͓̐͑̿͒̾͌͑͆̏̑̿̐̉͋͘ͅȕ̵̶̴̸̷̡̧̢̹̤̪̘̼͚͉̖͙̅̈̇̀͊͛̓̉̌̂͊̓̍̅̈́̃͘̚͜͝͝͠v̵̶̷̴̸̧̛̞͙͍̤̠̠̜̬̹͈̮͚̼̯̗͈̜̜͎̎́̌̓̇̇̾̈́̅͐̈́̇̔̄͗̿̈́̋͐ͅt̷̶̵̸̶̡̧̨̳͈͇͕̫̜̫̹̪͐̈́̏͌́̍̇̀̐̿̈́̈̓̑̓̊̆͛̃ç̷̵̶̴̴̨̧̗͓̯͈̪̬͔̪̗̝̻̫͕̌͂̒̐̅̎̋͐̂̄̔͜͝y̸̸̶̵̶̢̫̣͚͔͙̯̺̘̣͍̼̫̗̘͓͐̾͆̉̈̈́̑͌̍̍͆͆͗̉͝͠a̴̸̸̶̸̧̨̳͉̮̟̺͓̬͚̮̗̼͚̯͒̂͛͗̋̃̂̋͒̅̓͒̓͑̋̑̇̈̚͝ş̶̷̸̶̵̨̧͔̹͕̤̘͙̯͚̘͉͈̙̪͔̙̗̗͇͓̐͑̿͒̾͌͑͆̏̑̿̐̉͋͘ͅȕ̵̶̴̸̷̡̧̢̹̤̪̘̼͚͉̖͙̅̈̇̀͊͛̓̉̌̂͊̓̍̅̈́̃͘̚͜͝͝͠q̵̶̶̵̴̡̨̩͓̹̘̺͍̹͉͍̬̖̥̖̖̘̠̣̞̯͕͔͈̽̆̉̂͛͌̉̀͂̎̾̆̋̕͝͝ J̴̸̴̴̴̧̧̩͖̞̺͎̖̬̩̮͙̲͇͎̗̦̓͛̑̃̀͆͆̅̏̈́̓͋͒̑̌͝͝v̵̶̷̴̸̧̛̞͙͍̤̠̠̜̬̹͈̮͚̼̯̗͈̜̜͎̎́̌̓̇̇̾̈́̅͐̈́̇̔̄͗̿̈́̋͐ͅt̷̶̵̸̶̡̧̨̳͈͇͕̫̜̫̹̪͐̈́̏͌́̍̇̀̐̿̈́̈̓̑̓̊̆͛̃ç̷̵̶̴̴̨̧̗͓̯͈̪̬͔̪̗̝̻̫͕̌͂̒̐̅̎̋͐̂̄̔͜͝w̸̶̶̷̵̨̧̧̧͖̖͓̙̦͍͚̫̫̣̺̳̽̈́͑͒̆̃̄̍́̆̏͊̔͗̑͠y̸̸̶̵̶̢̫̣͚͔͙̯̺̘̣͍̼̫̗̘͓͐̾͆̉̈̈́̑͌̍̍͆͆͗̉͝͠a̴̸̸̶̸̧̨̳͉̮̟̺͓̬͚̮̗̼͚̯͒̂͛͗̋̃̂̋͒̅̓͒̓͑̋̑̇̈̚͝ş̶̷̸̶̵̨̧͔̹͕̤̘͙̯͚̘͉͈̙̪͔̙̗̗͇͓̐͑̿͒̾͌͑͆̏̑̿̐̉͋͘ͅȕ̵̶̴̸̷̡̧̢̹̤̪̘̼͚͉̖͙̅̈̇̀͊͛̓̉̌̂͊̓̍̅̈́̃͘̚͜͝͝͠q̵̶̶̵̴̡̨̩͓̹̘̺͍̹͉͍̬̖̥̖̖̘̠̣̞̯͕͔͈̽̆̉̂͛͌̉̀͂̎̾̆̋̕͝͝

So yeah take that

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My intense urge to be melodramatic, to speak as if I am in an old Victorian novel and lament over how I experience the world and my need to take the piss of how absolutely pretentious I’m being are fighting each other.

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I wish the spirits would speak to me but they never do. It’s always so quiet, though maybe I’m to blame. I never leave my home though I call out often. I’m so desperate for the other side

Is this what religious people feel like when they call out to their god and there is no answer? This feels less like I’m being forsaken and more like I’m simply being ignored. Like when call out a good morning to a neighbor only to be met with a strange side eye as they walk away. At this point it’s just rude.

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Maybe one day this blog will be found like an old abandoned journal left in the forest to rot