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[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

I LOVE BEING JEWISH i had to cancel my appointment at the mikvah this morning because i got something in my eye last night, and it’s still swollen (most likely an allergic reaction, but i cancelled just to be safe). I called my mikvah guide this morning to cancel and explained why, and she just messaged again (two hours after the call) to check in on me

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Watching old bedwars videos hearing Techno say repeatedly that he doesn't have friends vs him making his character say "I have friends now" in the prison stream

[hermigeddon]

I gotta say, im loving this season of Hermitcraft. Idk there’s something about everyone trying out the new 1.17 blocks leading them to sort of sharing a color palette for their starter bases, and the little paths popping up everywhere with the little gas stations, and the mountains everyone is building. It’s very cozy in a way

[gayboxes]

working at a gas station has me thinking about my regulars pretty frequently. there’s the customer who didn’t gaf about what i had to say until i started learning spanish. one lady i hadn’t seen in about three weeks came to me today and said she had a massive heart attack and needed emergency surgery.

these two kids love me and call me their bestie just because i remembered a dance event they had to attend. another kid solely remembers me based off of what color my braids are for the month. there’s a history buff who comes in to buy beer and flashes his id at me while telling me a factoid about this day in history. he called me groovy and skipped out the door with a pack of coors today.

i chatted with a cohort about her facial dermal piercings and how she pierced her earlobes herself. there’s another guy — i think there’s a language barrier?— but i remember his cigarettes and he lights up when he sees me despite the lack of conversation.

there’s no real point to this post, but they swirl around my head whenever i step into the building.

[glitch-punk]

being an lgbtq millennial from the south is like: yes when i was growing up somebody i grew up with called me either a fag or a dyke or both at least once a week from age 11 to age 17. but we’re in our 30s now and we take care of each other

[mearpsdyke]

yo a veces digo que me quiero ir de este pueblito pero entonces llega el cumple de un primo, tío, sobrino, y el día está lindo entonces ponemos un tablón en la vereda y hacemos una cena a la canasta, me río con mi familia y sostengo a mis sobrinos recién nacidos y pienso para qué carajo me quiero ir si voy a estar sola y me voy a perder de esto?