Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a great day
I got pizza, cake, and ice cream. What more can an adult want.
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Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a great day
I got pizza, cake, and ice cream. What more can an adult want.
that post about not wearing makeup is from a terf
Thank you. Terf s aren’t welcome here.
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✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?
Wirt from Over the Garden Wall, an absolute anxious dweeb that likes arty things. The show also just hits a lot of old timy story aesthetic stuff that I love.
explain???
Take can. Take floss. Measure.
Forget inces and cenemeters. Can is the new unit! 1 can, 2 can, 3 can. Tie can and make straight lines with floss. It’s Can ‘n Floss.
Hwannahw
Yesweswes?
I have lived my entire life thinking your icon was a bird until now
HA! If I squint I can see it. That’s neat. But nope it’s a person face.
Hey dear, it’s alright to get worked up and frustrated sometimes! Even if it’s over nothing. Trust your emotions as long as they don’t hurt you!!!💜💜💜
Thank you for the kind message. I just feel, I don’t know, forgotten? Empty? Nothing? Is that the feeling? Somewhere in that genre maybe. Perhaps it’s just that rotten stump I manage to find myself in time and time again.I’d like to say it doesn’t hurt, but, to tell truth, it’s not a pleasant feeling at all; far too familiar to bad times. Always been overly sensitive I’ve been told.Sorry, being rather blunt again I suppose. I don’t feel up to faking a smile right now.
You seem very responsible and caring. Like the type to write inspirational quotes on the board at school
Oh geeze, thank you. I never wrote on the board, too much of a scary cat to do that. But there was a year when I wrote a short personal poem for all of my classmates in high school, put them in their lockers, and pretended that I had no idea where they came from. (I’m a bad liar. They knew.)