a.r.m

a silly, secret blog of my teenage mistakes, thoughts and ideas

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a colored pencil drawing from last year that i really like

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no! why?

THE TWO NOTES I GOT WERE FROM OTHER BOTS EXCEPT THEY’RE NOT TUMBLR BOTS. THEY’RE BOTS ADVERTISING SEXUAL THINGS. IS MY ONE FOLLOWER ONE OF THOSE BOTS????? I THOUGHT I HAD A FRIEND BUT I GUESS MY FRIEND IS A BOT WHO HAS LINKS TO SITES THAT’LL GIVE YOU VIRUSES. I DIDN’T KNOW THESE EXISTED ON TUMBLR. I THOUGHT TUMBLR WAS JUST A PLACE FOR ARTISTS AND HIPPIES. DAMN IT. I FEEL ALONE AGAIN

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diary 2

oh my god. i just woke up so i aint gonna be eloquent but here goes

ok first order of business: I was gone for a whole month. i KNEW it ok. I was like DON’T FORGET YOU HAVE THERAPEUTIC BLOGGING TO DO... and i fuckin forgot! 

second: i’m 17 now. woooooo! cool!

third: I GOT TWO NOTES ON MY LAST POST AND I AM ABSOLUTELY THRILLED

fourth: I HAVE ONE FOLLOWER HIII HOW ARE YOU

fifth: i haven’t been in a ghost mood since i was last posting about it. like, I’ve been sad and tired but not ghosty. i was a little ghosty two nights ago but i napped and that fixed it. this is so interesting. the brain is absolutely insane. i hope maybe i’ll remember to come back so i can track my ghost mood and find out why it happens. 

ok. end of diary. im so sleepy. this post has little to no significance/entertainment value im sorry

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cheez

i got a notification that someone liked one of my posts and i was so happy but it was a bot... :(

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applesauce but instead of apples it’s onion

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cheddar cream cheese

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life hack: put straws in the little Croc holes so you and your friends can share juice 

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something i’ve always wanted to say to cashiers after they give me the receipt is “see you later”. i won’t; i just want to spook them for at least a week

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what does it feel like to be light like a butterfly

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two 1961 Romanian stamps from a series on forest animals

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when i created my account i think i accidentally told tumblr I like stamps, so they’ve been showing me stamps. i now like stamps.

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mistake #1

this account is secret but I told a friend about it and now he wants to find it. 

I got the tumblr app, by the way. it’s nice.

I wonder what bees taste like.

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c h i p s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hI3VKR8Jo00

I wish it was tomorrow so I could post another diary. I should only do one a day. posting too much in one day won’t make me feel good. I have so much to say and so little patience...

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i'm seeing what it'll look like if i ever answer a question

it looks pretty cool.

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diary 1

here’s the plan

I’m going to use this blog as my creative outlet. it’s likely no one will ever see this. that’s alright. this is for me. 

I’ll tag my moods so I can see how my voice changes depending on how I’m feeling. I think it’ll be cool to see how I change artistically in different states of mind. 

I’m sixteen. I’m almost seventeen. so my moods are different than an adult’s. I used to be fine mood-wise, but recently I’m all over the place, and I don’t know what is to blame. is it my menstrual cycle? is it the planets? is it my family? is it my friends? is it just inside my head? 

I hope I can keep this diary up. I like things new and fresh, and I’m worried this will grow old quickly. I just want to be able to commit. it’ll probably help if I change the design of my blog often. 

I don’t know why, but this feels more satisfying than just writing stuff and leaving it. sending words into the void is more therapeutic. that’s probably because there’s a chance I’ll be heard, and I like that. I don’t want to be heard by everyone, though. the chance I’ll be heard is small, and I like that.

by the way, I’m really bad at using Oxford commas. if my writing doesn’t make sense, that’s why.

... I still need to figure tumblr out. be back soon.

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bugs in my teeth

(crunchy, slimy, colors)

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batteries in the fridge

(cold, dead, energy)