#squabblingoblin

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Sorry to bother you but I'm but a weary traveler, could you spare some soup or perhaps some bread before i return to my trecherous journey across your dash?

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I wish more drinks came in glass bottles

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I wish there was a way to send good will to people like in a physical form. There are people in my life I will never see again, and I care about them even if they're not a huge part of me. Like all the librarian's I've ever talked to? I want to send them good things. I never want them to feel the pain of loss or loneliness, I wish I could send them that in the mail or by thought. (feel free to tell me if there is btw)

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Some very neat rocks from a trip to Concordia, they were hidden in a forgotten lil museum my teacher Todd told us about.

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Made a new patch! I think I'm getting better!

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Dammit I've chewed all my fingernails down past the point of comfort again

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Just wish I could dig my feet into the mud and talk to the trees via their roots

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I used to read this book series called "The Song of the Lioness" by Tamora Pierce, about this chick Alanna, who dressed as a boy to go to a school for knights (a hyperfixitiation of mine). I think it's a four book series but I wouldn't know because I stopped reading it after Allana started giving away her identity and having sex with men in like the 3rd book. Which should have been a very, very, very, very obvious sign I was gay end rant.