people keep falling in love with me online but no one irl what the hell 🥲
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tbh if i don’t know you and you don’t know me then this might be something we could do it’s all on the line for me you could ruin everything
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i’ve had really bad storm anxiety for the past few years since a tornado ripped up my neighborhood and my area is having really severe winds rn. no storms or tornado watch or anything, but the sounds of the wind have been really stressing me out. to combat this and remind myself that it’s just wind i picture myself carrying a comically large kite and getting blown away and it makes me giggle and reminds me that since i’m not carrying a comically large kite or open parachute i’m probably safe
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please motherrrrr stop trying to control my life i am turning 22 in a month, i moved out 4 years ago get a grip, you do not have the right to know what im doing at all times fucking hell
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Guys. I got into the finals for the short story competition i entered. I find out tomorrow how far I got in the bracket!! (I’m in top 32 now; I would honestly be happy with top 16 and top 8 would be BRILLIANT).
this just in - fucking JOIN WRITING COMPETITIONS. You learn a ton, get to read other peoples’ work, and sometimes you even do really well!
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I don’t know how many, if any, people in my life know about how big a part the song Tie a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree is in my life and for what makes me tick. It’s everything I’m obsessed yellow ribbon is hope it’s yearning it’s wanting it’s love through hardship it’s everything. Anyway. I’m two months into a scrapbooking subscription box and just got my second box today and it’s got an Easter theme to it, and a yard of this white polkadot yellow ribbon was included. I can’t be normal about this. I can’t be normal about any of the things near to my heart. My vision is blurred as I type this it’s in my bone marrow.
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i bring an ‘it’s actually international *working* women’s day, with its origins in garment worker strikes in the early 20th century, and coalesced around the March 8 1917 women’s strike against WWI and tsarism in Russia’ vibe to the function that bourgeois feminists don’t really like
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god dating apps are so rough.
no you are not a ‘goofy lil guy’. you are 35 and work in nonprofit management.
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happy purim except im in the middle of a horrible depressive episode so it was just me drinking one single beer watching a megillah reading online
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I have found a few aspects of aphantasia over the years, that are actually helpful (example: book to screen adaptations are easier because there’s little to no dissonance between what I see and what I imagined, especially actors because it’s extremely difficult for me to picture even faces of my loved ones, let alone book characters. The “this actor is wrong because_I_ didn’t imagine them looking like that” just doesn’t happen for me), but I am still bitter that it also means art is hard for me.
I used to draw ALL. THE. TIME. before fiber arts took over a few years ago, and I used to feel bad about myself because I couldn’t form a consistent art style of my own AND I had a major same face syndrome. I now know they were because of aphantasia, but that realization didn’t come until after I had almost completely stopped drawing and painting. And now, years later, what little muscle memory (because muscle memory helps A LOT with art with aphantasia) I had is all but gone, and it shows :(
One of my goals this year is to do more art, and one way I’ve tried to do it is go through my old sketchbooks and look at the pieces I am most proud of, and copy them. Hopefully it works, because I have been missing doing art so much 😭
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you’re watching snl for connor storrie i’m watching snl because i have been cursed with the type of autism that makes me watch snl every single week even though it mostly is bad
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i beg. if you are (like me) a writer who is constantly mired in long-form wips and struggling to finish things, do a short story contest. There are lots of them. Do ones where they give you a prompt and you have a deadline, sit down and churn out a few hundred to a few thousand words, and submit that mofo. it is so fucking healing to then go back to a wip and then be like ‘well, of course i will finish this, because i finished this other thing!’ like it is both soothing to the soul and great practice *and* builds your stack of Things You’ve Actually Finished while you work on finishing A Big Thing. Go do it. it is honestly life-changing.
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dearest,
i have never feel more myself than i do now,- i mean for the first time in my life i feel like (insert my name here) — YET — STILL MOTHER.
fucking slay.
music saves me. i don’t have to explain because this is a collective consciousness feeling, a shared feeling among humans,-
baby, just play more music.
-x
