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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

I live out my superhero fantasy because apparently my life is now an anime plot... I am... One Pinch Man.

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thelongvictorian

The Centaur Playing With Her Child (1909) by Otto Soltau (1885-1915).

I love you like the tulips,

Deep, like its bulb, with only room to grow,

Earnest, like its shoot, the passion's got someplace to go,

Loud, like the blossoms, that let everybody know,

Coloured, in all the shades, that I could possibly show.

(Note to Self No. 26)

Writing is one of those immortal hobbies, unperturbed by the failings of your health, holdings and habits. It's as simple as recording thoughts and observations, so try to keep it up.

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(Note to Self No. 25)

Sometimes, you're so wound up, you can't write a note to yourself for later. Or you're afraid it might be misinterpreted. There's no easy solution for this one.

(Note to Self No. 24)

You aren't bound by a routine. You have considerate reactions to perceived chunks of time, and you can't turn that behavior off. That's why you suck at routine. It only makes you "less" productive if you don't consider the product of free time, and personal growth in these moments of free time.

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(Note to Self No. 23)

Social media has made her an object of obsession. Social media has made him a threat. Are either of those the truth? Probably not. Don't let a picture and your emotionally-charged first impression crush your soul.

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(Note to Self No. 22)

The word "drug" is a misleading umbrella term that casts a shadow on every chemical you know. At this moment, you believed you could live a life free from the influence of these chemicals. I hope you still understand that's an unrealistic future. Now that you've been introduced to a psychoactive chemical, you've been given an opportunity for a cognitive shift, or in the very least, a pleasurable trip at the hands of someone you love. But your fear, and stubborn adherence to an "uncontaminated" body, has robbed you. So, do your research, ready yourself for the risk, and make it an act of love. I want you to do this for yourself as well.

We kissed in front of orchids,

Some rare, some vibrant,

Some withered and watching,

My face pressed against your neck.

I felt judged and desperate,

Wanting taste and touch,

I meant for this moment to be love,

Looking back I think it was lust.