So fucking unfair that my nose has become so congested that I can't breathe through it even a little bit when all I did was shove my full face into my bird for like an hour.
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i'm going to be honest with you guys. i'm uhhhhh not too confident about how this semester is going to go!
last semester was the best one of my life. i could do last semester for the rest of my life and be a happy little clam
if i have to do this semester for the rest of my life uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm eating my water bottle
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fuck me sideways i should go Outside but the snowfall Intensified. shrimpphobia 🙄
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getting better fucking sucks. working out helps me feel motivated to do things again and simple chores actually makes my living space tolerable im so angry that i’m going to take a walk and maybe journal later
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love is stored in the doing the dishes
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feeling dysphoric and ashamed. BLEH
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"I'll take care of you. it's rotten work. especially to me. especially if it's you. I'll do it but christ alive" except it's just me dragging myself through the basics of being a healthy functioning person.
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didn't get around to updating the shop last night bc i was on a necklace-designing roll for the gothic market this sunday what do we think of these
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Happy Halloween! Trick or treat?
Hee hoo thanks for the ask, anon! Happy Halloween :3 A silly supernatural jaytim 3 sentence paragraph (lol) fic for you:
"For the last time, I am not getting in the damn coffin with you," Jason huffs.
Tim leans out over the polished wood and satin lining, his fangs flashing as he pouts, winding his arms lazily around Jason's neck and burying his fingertips in Jason's hair-- because he's a dirty cheater and he knows that Jason's willpower is brittle as old bone this close to the full moon. He resolves to stay strong, because if you give Tim an inch then he'll take the whole damn continent.
"You don't have to, I suppose," Tim sighs, red eyes flashing from under his eyelashes. "I'll just be here...cold. Lonely. Wanting." He breathes the words against Jason's lips, and Jason whines. Christ. The things he does for this bloodsucker.
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limbolane when they write another right hand man who has an extremely ill-advised crush on their boss
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