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don’t let me around nice shoulders, i can’t handle myself
kicked out of planarcadia for fucking that old man to death
this download is taking foreverrrrrrrrrrrr
men who care so deeply that it’s suffocating
Question: what is daou's most precious possession?
OR: cats.
DO: you can't not love them. but what is the most precious?
OR: me. what?
DO: he was very confident
Aaaaaa (tired excitement)
This is like 7 hours from now so this was bprobaoy at 2AM my time sooooo
i am fully about to ignore the noise my sewing machine is making. oil did not fix it, neither did taking off the back and trying to clean it, but i can't take it to the repair shop, so what are gonna do?
alas, I'm not a sewing machine mechanic, just some guy with an industrial screwdriver :/
Man, I really should be used to this by now, but it’s just so frustrating. My sister doesn’t really notice or process my presence. I miss her.
She comes over for lunch like once a week, and spends the whole time talking shop with our dad. That’s fine, they’re both programmers, it makes sense that they have a lot to say to each other. She’ll also happily talk to our mum, about all kinds of things— gardening, cooking, books, etc
She doesn’t ever really start a conversation with me, and when I try to start a conversation with her she’ll talk to me for like one or two replies before turning to bring something up to our mum and dad
sometimes while I was in the middle of a sentence.
This happens every time she comes over. She just… doesn't hold on to my presence?
Today, she and mum were talking about old family photos and texting them back and forth, and when there was a break in the conversation I asked if mum and I could show her the fabric we got yesterday (mum had gift cards to a place that just announced they’re closing so we went and used them up). She said “Yeah, sure!”, and I picked up my bag to show her my haul, opened my mouth to start explaining what I got, and she was already showing mum another old picture. I sat there with fabric on my lap for like ten minutes before putting it back in the bag, and she never noticed