My birthday is in 3 days and it feels weird and scary and hollow to round off another decade I'm manifesting sloppy lipstick stained gyjo art for my special day 🙏

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My birthday is in 3 days and it feels weird and scary and hollow to round off another decade I'm manifesting sloppy lipstick stained gyjo art for my special day 🙏
Last BBS side story without context.
my knee might be presenting me with the problems of bursitis but girl i no longer work at a library (lotta kneeling down), I’m an agnostic and an asexual so i ain’t been on my knees, i think the fuck not @ pain begone u faking
the other day I was eating dinner with some of my dad’s friends and they were like “oooh which high school do you go to?” and I’m like “I’m getting my master’s but ok”
starter call, @fourgotyn
❛❛ don’t tell me — . . . they want you to write an exposé about the wife of a wealthy socialite who, and i’m sure this is the word they used, ‘turned’ sapphic. you’re wasting your time, miss winters. ❜❜
"If I give you my heart... do you promise not to break it?"
“Iris —please.” Lana began, the expression across her features showing some form of confusion. “We can’t do this. We can’t get into anything serious.”
They had fun, that much was true but Lana had willed herself not to get too serious. There was no way in hell that the pair of them could hold something stable. “I love you, I do. But I’m meant to hate you and that’s the — that’s the way it’s going to have to stay.”
"All I ever wanted was your love, Mother. And don't pretend you don't know me."
“Listen - Johnny.” Lana sighed, all forms of guilt rising up inside of her, giving her a weakness she had never wanted to experience. Motherhood had never been her forté and she had certainly never asked for it. She felt vulnerable to know that her son was here, right in front of her. “A mother’s love is unconditional. I love you in my own way - I always have.”
I DON'T WANNA DO MY HAIRRRRRR. IT TAKES FOREVERRRRRRRJDJSDSD