#3.10.25

[snowysaur]

owl

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[kontadodju]

I’m so sick of what white ppl think “curly” hair is

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

I saw these for cheap in cex and I kind of wanted Callie anyway with the recent Splatoon phase but seeing them together I just couldn't separate them

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Was worried I wouldn't have the time to do this over the weekend but I forgot that point gain is pretty fast so I managed to knock it out in like 3-ish hours of work. Really not into festivals though. I never got tilted playing regular world match because if I lost then the other players were better than me, but in festivals I can and often did lose because my teammates were worse than me. Evidently the community feels the same way because matchmaking was taking a lot longer and more often than not there were bots to fill out the lobbies. They probably have festivals separate from world match to make sure the playerbase isn't too split up in a given moment but yeah idk if this'll keep working for them long term. We'll see. Not sure if I'll play more festival over the weekend vs just get back to working on time trials lol, only incentive is it's good for ticket farming but hey that might be enough for me, you know?

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

pink girl birthday peak

[purenumbers]

3/10/25

3 + 1 + 0! = √25

Also:

3! + 1 + 0 = 2 + 5

Also:

3! - 1 + 0 = √25

Also:

3 = 10 - 2 - 5

[kontadodju]

I’ve been getting back into future funk and the like these past few weeks

[romantic-reveries]

It’s stupid that sometimes it feels like the timeline went wrong, and I was supposed to be with him.

I think really what I miss is what it represented to me; he was the epitome of all the things I’d always wanted and spent my whole life waiting to find. We just made sense, as if everything about us paralleled. Finding him felt like a kismet — still does, even now. I guess that’s why it feels wrong that nothing ever came of it.

To meet someone who feels like you, and have them echo that back to you, multiple times, without you saying it first? That it was like meeting himself? The girl I was then was much more foolishly romantic — had envisioned that was what it would be like to meet a soulmate.

I guess I often wonder if it was just a line — something he said to garner familiarity. But he couldn’t fake all of it — the writings I found when I googled him indicating our shared love of written word, showing a thoughtful, vulnerable man. The videos he’d so lovingly crafted of his family showing our shared love for videography, and the photos on his Facebook, a shared love for photography. The videos of him playing instruments and singing with his twin showing our shared love of music. His semi-colon tattoo.

But I also can’t ignore all the things I found distasteful about him when it came down to it - how he was twenty-two and cynical as all hell about love already. Jaded like a divorcé twice his age. How he condescendingly called his cousin who was getting married “a baby”, at 21, as if he himself didn’t want the same things and wasn’t wistfully pining for a girl he’d been with four years prior who dumped him to marry someone else. The way he came into my home after months of a weird, inconsistent contact, lied straight to my face about something he said over text, and told me I was loud when I was talking to him, while simultaneously asking me to be loud for him in other ways.

Still, I liked the person it made me, the limerence for him. She was kind of insecure, but she was also powerfully productive and relentlessly hopeful about the future - with or without him. She was passionate and throwing herself into all her art. Writing continuously about this dumb boy who definitely didn’t deserve such ardor, but inspired it nonetheless.

I don’t think anything could inspire it in me now.