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I hope I can make something come of this I hope I can make something come of this

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Watching Ladybird is different after packing up my room at my parents house. Florist is, too.

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Last post got flagged for mature content, sorry tumblr? 1984 or something

I painted today and spent a lot of time thinking about my grandma; the piece ended up resembling how I remember her sheets. Started writing down memories, I’m scared I’ll get too consumed in life to remember why I am how I am. Made me lonely though. I also thought of how as a child I expected myself to find “my thing”, like for one thing to really resonate and click for me. Maybe it will, but I tend to think that I decide to like things somewhere along the line, and then, with no natural ability, force myself into it. I wish I had a “thing”.

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:-)

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not all is bad

learning how to slow down and enjoy things as they are- right now. not everything has to be on a timer

there is balance somewhere

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signed up for winter classes today.. i haven’t been in classes since..spring? maybe last winter? i wonder if i will still like it. i’m so close to finishing my certification it’d be so pointless to stop, but what if i do literally nothing with it lol

wow tumblr makes me feel like i’m talking to myself & i like it so much 🙂

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arts & crafts of late

word scramble with pages torn out of novels to make little poems // my inability to throw away fabric scraps, or donate dumb books, is something i will never change

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dyed my hair brown again

feeling like her