Just lil ol me

I will not explain myself, and you can't make me

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Things that will never be found again fill me with the most despair. When I was 5 my mother made me a blog to post my stories. That blog is gone now and after so many moves so are the physical copies.

We will never again go to a zoo and see a thylacine. They're gone.

Cultures and races and creatures and dreams and achievements all just...gone

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Still reeling from the fact they found a Spinosaurus tail, at last, and it turned out to be paddle shaped. Like yes it was a couple years ago but why weren't more people excited? Chaos in the brain

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Fucking hate naked werewolf renditions. Put some fur on the boi

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I woke up at 3am, wrote this, and went back to sleep

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Gay sex call that homo erectus

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Liking Ross from friends is a red flag imo

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I know a lot of people talk about how much math sucks or doesn't make sense to them, and like yes this is true, but also when it's to the point it makes you cry it just isn't funny anymore. Like, how can I have no trouble learning anything else, but have math give me so much trouble?

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I think I still want to change the world, but I want to do it quietly. I want to hand out blankets to the poor, and give water to animals who were in forest fires. I want to get to a point of such stability that I worked so hard to get to, and use it to help others, just a little bit.

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Been investigating a lot lately about the book Stephen King wrote way back when called Rage. Taken out of print after it was referenced to or found with four different school shooters. It's not a bad story, very King-esque, but I understand why he made that decision and I support him in it