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Alright, you lot

People started seeing my posts on fup, and I'm really glad about that. Yes, it may not be much, but even 7 likes (the most at the time of writing this post) mean a lot to me.

Why am I on this platform?

I worked as a photographer a while ago, and I still really enjoy photography, even though I no longer do it to earn money. I still really enjoy taking photos, and I want to share what I can take with others.

For the most part, this account is my personal diary, and I use it to track what I like at certain intervals. I do shitposts from time to time, and that's fine too.

Language

English is not my native language, but in the last couple of years I have been using it on a regular basis - my education, work and communication, in fact, takes place in this language. If I make mistakes in spelling or grammar, feel free to tell me about that.

Content

All the photos on this page were taken by me, I do not use other people's work to create a reputation for myself anywhere. I also don't use artificial intelligence because I find it offensive to myself. If I can't make something unique without AI, I can't call myself a creator.

Info

My name is Veronica. I am considered an adult in all countries of the world.

Best regards to anyone who actually read that shit.

See you in a bit

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Shitpost.

I find train rides utterly unnerving. I hate the idea of crossing half the country in a huge tin can and then flying across the sea in another tin can, but in the sky. However, I have to do this because I cannot cross the ocean by car to get to the point I need. I took a book with me this time because I have more than three days to spend in the train. This time, it's "The man who laughs" by Victor Hugo. In general, I do enjoy reading, be that smut or actual literature.

Anyways. I've already arrived. It's time to shower and sleep

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cats will save this world.

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Shitpost.

I don't know what I expected when I returned to my hometown.

I hadn't talked to my parents in years. I’d managed to get married and build a life with the man I love. Everything was going great, but I wanted to connect with them, even if just a little.

Turns out, it was a stupid idea. I’m well aware I’m not an only child. They had a chance to get what they wanted from their other kids, even if I was a "failed experiment" in their eyes. But still. Telling your child they’re worthless just because they didn’t pick the path you wanted for them? That's wild to me.

My first degree is in translation, and now I’m getting a second one in law. After an hour of talking, all I heard was how much of a disappointment I am.

Every single time I tried to win a tiny bit of their attention, I was a disappointment. Just because I didn’t become a doctor or join the military. Look, I get that those fields might bring in more cash, but I’ve never been interested in keeping people alive or unaliving them for a paycheck.

I don't give two shits about status or social credit. I’m not about to ruin my mental health any more than it already is.

Go fuck yourselves if you can’t see me as a separate, independent human being instead of just your offspring. I've crossed three fucking borders to meet you. Could you at least pretend to be glad to see me?

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I'm back in my hometown and I can cuddle that grumpy cat.🥰🥰

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Couldn't decide where to put that one 'cuz it's kinda outstanding among previous two sets.

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POV: u taking nice pics of everything around while ur man feeding mosquitoes with his own blood (aka fishing) and claims that it's his ✨theraphy✨

I feel like Bella from twilight, tbh. This fog and the setting sun make everything more mysterious.

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