o desastre de 2001

physically drained and emotionally bruised

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For a short life update my aunt and I took over the family fish store so now despite 2 com degrees and a unfinished masters, I am now a full blown fishmonger. At first it was a bit harsh but now we doubled the influx of costumers and are making really good money :) yeah nothing I planned in my life worked out however things did work out for me. Odly enough I love the job. I find the tasks very simple, it does fullfil me, all bills are paid and we have no debts. Honestly what else does anyone want. Being my own boss is good enough honestly. And I feel really good that I can sustain the house all by myself. Also most of my costumers are old people and I love entertaining old people. Its the satisfaction olympics.

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My friend's medium mom had a very interesting message for me, so before bed I prayed to be shown what I needed to see, and then I dreamed with the answer. Let me thank my indiginous ancestry once again. Thank you xapiri.

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Ok so I made the decision that I will most definitelly end my masters and that's it. Enough with the suffering. I already went through the motions of talking about it with mom + friends and already have a new job that I kind of enjoy. I came to class today to return a book and I will watch the class just for funsies but that will be it. After today at midday I'll start living and being happy

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Just in time with me deeply considering giving up in my masters and starting psych treatment, my program tears down the rule that quitters must pay a fine. God is with me thats for sure.

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Wish I could go back in time and never get in the masters program at all. If I could predict all the suffering that would come afterwards I would have never done this to myself. Literally should have taken a minimum wage job and moved along with life

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My aunt gave me a scooby doo easter egg with a big scooby plushie 😭😭😭 life really is about the small joys of surrounding myself with scooby merch

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Something fucked up is happening in brasil right now. Just in january alone there were 900 registered feminicide cases and it keeps on going. Every single fucking day i turn up the news and they list at least 10 women who were either killed or harmed. It's planted a deep anguish within me. Misoginistic violence is at an all time high. I sit and look around and chew over the fact that, as the numbers seem to point out, the men we're surrounded by believe that our existence is optional to their whims and desires. I do not belong to myself, I am not my own creature, I'm just a fleeting condition around mens lives. How the fuck did we get to this?

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Heard theres talk of a new acotar book and immediately cringed because it sounds like it will be a elain/azriel thing and honestly, besides the two of them being some of the most insuferable characters ever, it will largely kill my eris/azriel dreams

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Dior sauvage stinks. Its slightly reminicing of bug spray. I struggle to believe that people actually find it sexy and pleasant.

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I have a firm policy of not commenting criticism in fanfiction, HOWEVER, I will now begin to leave comments pointing out I can tell that the fanfic is chatgpt / AI generated. You people will be embarassed to a stop I swear to god. This is ENOUGH.

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I kissed a stranger yayyy

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Very upset that many new fics in different fandoms are very clearly written by chatgpt. A real reader can tell the bullshit apart. Either that or all you young hoes are horrible writers. Whole recipes have been lost. Do you people feel no pleasure in writting? What is even the point? Generating a fic to get comments?

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Cabelo de fogo

The Secret Agent - oneshot

I saw that traditional post counting up how many fics each best film contender had, and The Secret Agent was zeroed out. So here I am. I was born and raised in Recife, where The Secret Agent is set, and this film is, besides an ode to memory, a love letter to Recife. And I wanted to explain for those unaware: a Perna Cabeluda, or the Hairy Leg, is a monstruous creature of our culture.

Suposedly, at a certain period of our time, a severed leg would jump about Recife, chasing and kicking people down the street, and these tales would show up on the papers in the news section. Here is what actually happened: during the dictatorship, the military would control and censor what stories could actually be published, often chosing to censor whatever stories spoke of the violence they provoked. The journalists had to make a new story on the spot so the paper could be published on time. Most newspapers recurred to filling the pages with cake recipes - but in Recife, the journalists decided to write the "horror tales" of the Perna Cabeluda. A vicious monster to take the fall for the violence the military dispersed on the city. So if you read that the perna cabeluda attacked a couple at night> the military attacked a couple at night.

That is why, when you watch the secret agent, you might come across an animated vicious leg. It is a subjective nod to the cities' resources to avoid censorship.

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Depression is a funny thing. I've been living through insane misery through the past say 14 months and then YESTERDAY for the first time in forever I woke up feeling good and light and cool. And I enjoyed the entire day without stressing over my burdens and everything that is wrong in my life. I just chilled to the fullest extent of chilling and it was out of nowhere. No guilt, no fear, no paranoia, just kicking my feet and being joyful. Wtf?

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Avatar fire and ash is straight up trash and completely ruins the entire series. I was sitting there the whole movie wondering why the hell james cameron was fucking everything up and honestly the only explanation is that spider is his self insert and also he had nothing to actually tell

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Guerra e pace

Azris oneshot, 8.8k words

There's this constant ringing in his ears, a twitch in his right eye, this fucking migraine. Azriel doesn't need to be seen right now — God knows all he's done for months now is hide. But Eris is there under the fluorescent light, strange as he's known to be, and there is such darkness in his brilliant eyes.

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This is crazy, yeah, that's right. It's been my longest while yet. life update: I am still alive and cool. I removed a tumor (benign) in october and then got a second breast surgery that also sucked and I am essentially (boob wise) deformed and doing 3 alternate treatments all at once. But I'm alive and it's december, so as the saying goes: whoever did it, did it. I know this is not the fic anyone wanted: most people ask me about Milk and Honey (hehehe) so I'm sorry. In my defense, I had this in my mind for a while now and I quite like it. You know how it goes. I will correct mistakes when I reread it. Also nobody act crazy about my constant use of the em dash. I've been doing this shit before chatgpt became a thing.

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I am point blank inmsoniac, probably should be medicated, and I can no longer talk about it with my mom because she firmly believes that it is something that I choose, and not something that I hate that happens to me every day.