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I have a friend who had two gerbils named “Une” and “Tune”, respectively. And one day, Une ate Tune. And that was the end of that. Now, I’m not a cannibal, nor do I collect…
View PostI have a friend who had two gerbils named “Une” and “Tune”, respectively. And one day, Une ate Tune. And that was the end of that. Now, I’m not a cannibal, nor do I collect…
View PostNot sure if you know this, but I have a little “thing” for sharks. Love em’. Wanna dive (in a cage with proper safety measures) with em’. DO NOT wanna eat em’. And more certainly…
View PostNot sure if you know this, but I have a little “thing” for sharks. Love em’. Wanna dive (in a cage with proper safety measures) with em’. DO NOT wanna eat em’. And more certainly…
View PostI broke up with him today. It’s taken a long time. But we were destined to crumble. I’ve tried. I’ve wanted it to work so bad. But anxiety punches me in the face at 3am.…
View PostI broke up with him today. It’s taken a long time. But we were destined to crumble. I’ve tried. I’ve wanted it to work so bad. But anxiety punches me in the face at 3am.…
View PostAt my core I’m modern rustic. Overly dramatic, comical, not practical. Pissy and misty. Don’t cry much, except right now. Raining, doused, drowning. Alive. Happy. Bubbly but sarcastic, but bubblier when drinking bubbles. Dreamy eyed…
View PostAt my core I’m modern rustic. Overly dramatic, comical, not practical. Pissy and misty. Don’t cry much, except right now. Raining, doused, drowning. Alive. Happy. Bubbly but sarcastic, but bubblier when drinking bubbles. Dreamy eyed…
View PostThe dog whimpers. The baby whines. The daddy works. The mummy wonders…will the fickle flecks of fingers fumbling the flickering keys find a way? A way to inspire, drown out the fussy fuzziness beckoning clarity…
View PostThe dog whimpers. The baby whines. The daddy works. The mummy wonders…will the fickle flecks of fingers fumbling the flickering keys find a way? A way to inspire, drown out the fussy fuzziness beckoning clarity…
View PostMy legs felt like anvils. Anchors plunging down into the depths, far longer strides imposing on a once normal bipedal gait. Returning each foot to the groomed concrete took eons. I had only run 8…
View PostMy legs felt like anvils. Anchors plunging down into the depths, far longer strides imposing on a once normal bipedal gait. Returning each foot to the groomed concrete took eons. I had only run 8…
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