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I went on a date last night but they were a total chud…. but hey first date in almost a year 🙏

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I think I’m a cat whisperer. I think i get it from my dad. Cats love him like crazy. Nothing makes me feel better then a cat choosing to check me out. I love this species so much. I love cats. I love talking to them. I love knowing how they talk. This stray let me touch his toes and i was crazy honored. His eyes were bright orange.

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This was pretty awesome

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THe only thing i remember from my dream was that i was in a forest and a thick fog rolled in so thick that i couldn’t see my feet and i kept looking around knowing i had to leave now.

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I just got so many cute tops im sooooo excited

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I love sewing wtf

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They r still my phone password

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Made this silly bag

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I can see everyone feeling really hot for leo season lol

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Im thinking too hard about love and living, what am i god??????

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Often when Im sewing the monologue in my head does this thing where it tries to shout and it’s really annoying. I read something online in high school that no matter how hard u try u cant raise the volume of the voice in ur head or whatever….And for some reason when i do art projects i unconsciously try to raise the volume? i think if i sneak up on it itll work. But all of this is unconscious and i actually hate it a lot when it starts happening and it’s so hard to stop trying to yell whatever I’m thinking. Does this happen to anyone else lol

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Potty selfie 🙂‍↕️

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Liiv. Thats all.

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The night i came back from chicago i slept 12 hours and woke up at 1:26pm. Unfazed Record Breaking. I went to the park underneath the Verrazano and i read out loud to myself a book a friend recommended but hadn’t read. After one particular passage I unexpectedly bursted into tears hearing the words come out of my mouth. And started to write an incredible amount and i couldn’t stop. It felt like it was my first day living. Like i just woke up from a slumber that lasted years. And the grass, salt, and wind, could only relinquish me from dreams that were in fact memories that i was refusing to step out of. It was only a paragraph about a woman praying for the first time in a long time. Maybe with the breeze finally reaching my feathers, situated at the right port, i could hear my pleas and prayers of the me that i was attempting to join. The comfortable nest i had built in the loops of whats already happened turned incredibly sharp, “squawk!” I said. Pushed out of the nest by the pull of the present. Im happy for what got me there. Idk what it was and i surely had no part in it at all so thank you. I found a 4 leaf clover next to my head afterwards.