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bruh instead of supporting w series f1 made an all female series where drivers have to pay money...
Once Alone...
Caravan hopping, it was something Taako never thought he'd after to do again... he thought he'd finally gotten to a place on life where he would never have to caravan hop again... but after what happened in GlamorSprings... Taako took a shaky breath as the caravan stopped, keeping the hood over his head to hide his face. He didn't need anyone recognizing him now... Not after being on the run for a week. How had it even gotten so bad? He'd known that recipe so well... Well, it didn't matter now... Not like he'd cook again...
thinking about the time that, while half-watching disenchantment, i braided a noose together out of a bunch of thin paracords that i assume had come with some of the "wilderness survival" garbage ren bought -- i can't imagine why else i owned them unless i ascribe it to that pile of axes and saws and twine and first-aid kits. after hours of work with my disfigured hands, i hung it from my closet, and tested it. i later woke up with my vision blotted and my head ringing and thick-feeling, sort of sitting on the ground. the woven polyester strands hadn't broken, i had just completely folded and dropped from the standing-ducking position i'd maintained since the closet rod was shorter than my full height.
i think i was so surprised it worked that i just loosened it and sat on my bed with it around my neck thinking about how close i was to dying and nobody in my house knowing. i felt guilty since it would probably be my grandpa who would have discovered me, and at the time, i hadn't realized or accepted that he'd ever wronged me; i was still totally sure he was pedestal-worthy. more strongly than that, since i still needed to die, i had wanted to write a letter to tell the world why i did what i did and whose fault it was in the hopes of it being on the news or in the paper, but the task was so overwhelming that i held onto the noose through the rest of high school. i later attached it to my dorm's ceiling fan pullcord because the ceiling was so high.
when i moved out of the dorm and back into my mother's house, i kept it. i knew it would be only a few months until i left her. when i prepared to move to wyoming with all the possessions i could fit into the car i had at the time, i discarded it, symbolically burying the umbilical cord of my old life. i think of it often as the years of the "new life" go on.
Oh boy, I’m back with my bullshit.
This time in question format
How do y’all stay motivated? like, I got COVID and missed 7 days of school, and went from straight 100s to straight 30s (70 is required for passing if you didn’t know), and I can’t make myself do my schoolwork. it all seems pointless. I feel like my future is ruined, and I’m powerless to fix it. Why try? I worked my ass off for three years, and now that the school system is tired of trying to regulate the COVID situation my future went down the shits. Not cool dudes... Not cool
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My name isn't a name that would sound sexy if it were screamed/moaned during intercourse. That bothers me.
whenever I tell people my snapchat I have to preface it with don't judge me
Diarrhea Planet - Ghost With A Boner
Fantastic band. Terrible name.