hey another wip ive given up on i think but its okay. thr harrierr
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hey another wip ive given up on i think but its okay. thr harrierr
i hopppe tumplr doesnt fuck the quality Again
Having a typing problem sucks
This is a example if a post ig I don't go back and fix my spelling mittakes. Sometimes itb really bad, someoimrs you can barely tell what what I'm saying. I don't know if has a name, I don't know if it's a neurological disorder. Could it be brain damage from fhe aar attident (car accident) I was in a lew years ago? Could it be just bu brain goes too fast? Who knows
I also have a speaking issue too. By brain constantly forgets, mixes up, or repeats words and sentences. Sometimes it's like a broken record. My family alwahs teases me about it. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes zi just want then to leave me alone
I always have to go back qnd fix my spelling mistakes on all of mh posts.
bernice summerfield💕💕🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💞
rewatching the flatshare (so goated) but tell me why this is like this perfect set up for jason… like imagine he’s living in the trenches (when is he not) and he needs a roommate… so he puts out an ad on the local paper (cause he’s old school) and you find it while you’re grabbing a drink from a cafe. it’s perfect you’re never supposed to meet, you get the apartment from 8 pm to 8 am and he gets it during the day. You can have it on the weekends too, so you quickly call the number and boom you’re moved in and you still haven’t met this guy… a little stalking on the internet doesn’t help much either, but honestly, you don’t care, you need a place to stay. And then slowly, weird things starting showing up around the house, you’re not supposed to snoop but isn’t this your place too? So you leave a post-it note, telling him to put away the stupid ass helmet he left out and that he shouldn’t be leaving out butterfly knives, it’s dangerous. You don’t question what it is that he’s doing, just that he puts his shit away. He writes back the next day, promising to put away his stuff. And then, the post-it notes turn into actual real conversations: sharing Netflix and Amazon passwords, who’s buying what for groceries, who’s making dinner, how was your day, who was that person what showed up today, what’s your biggest fear… should we meet…?
Help with hair :]
if you see a typo in my posts... no you didn't
Surgery went well, they got the whole tumor! I wear the cast until next time I see the doctor and I am at home resting now with my husband
brain: Deshay rubbed his face with a groan.
fingers: Deshya rubbed his face with a grown.
me: omg what if Deshay was a girl named Deshya instead??
conclusion: editing this book is going SUPER well and i am getting a LOT done