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I’m like 98% sure that Johanna Newsom possessed the people who wrote the Over the Garden Wall soundtrack and just went the fuck off. Don’t fight me on this.

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@ my mutuals

............hmu......talk to...me......fight me.....just....say hi.........

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Fellas, is it selfish to only want to talk to the one person who will literally Ignore You even though there are plenty of probably better people to talk to that wouldn’t toss your mental state across the room like a ping pong ball across a beer pong table???????????

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Not to be Drunk or anything but...... being open (emotionally, or physically [not even in a relationship sense]) just doesn’t seem to cut it for me. I mean, Don’t fucking touch me, I hate smelling like other people, or even the sensation of peoples skin sometimes. Gimme a fucking Break. You know what gimme a Brake also because this shits gotta Stop. What the fuck is an emotion and Why do I have to share it with you? The only emotion I have as far as Anyone is Concerned is minding my business. So What if you spilling deep secrets on the way to chipotle? Idgaf. I didn’t Ask. I won’t Tell sure but goddamn to each they’re own?

RIGHT?

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Sometimes I wonder if the pet/reptile/chicken/weasel/whatever else animal blogs I follow are unnerved by my almost obsessive liking of photos en masse....but only sometimes though.

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Me irl everyday:

*waits for the chunk I’m in to update so I can despawn*

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I’ve got about half an hour before I reach that sad part of When We Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? And I descend into Saddness™️. Is it bad that I’m looking forward to it????

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The nice thing about occasionally smoking weed and being moderately public about it is that you can cry for 30 minutes straight and people will just thing your high af. 😂😂😂