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how to adult:

make lots of lists

make your bed

send lots of emails and only cry maximum 5 minutes before making phone calls

scream only mildly internally when strangers talk to you

laundry sometimes

ohlark

ah yes its june i successfully wasted 5 months of the year again

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smooththegoofyshark

OP.. CHANGE YOUR URL OP

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Sound. On.

hoardofhyperfixations

Sound. On.

demiiwhiffin

brontesommerfeld

aidashakur

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pounce!

She did her best

she’s learning

Good fundamentals

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

thestraggletag

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

rugessnome

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

xombiebrains

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

piraterogue

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

jellyfishslime

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

talaline

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

garrulus

Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.

the-surreptitious-solitary

The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.

walpurgisakjr

not exactly the theme but

walking down a public stairway with your cane and you’re suddenly a courtier in Versailles during the reign of Louis XIV pausing on each step, not because you’re afraid of falling and need the cane to stop you, but because you want everyone to see your splendor in the best possible light.