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Laying on the floor, lights off, just thinking about you.
I need to scream into the abyss again. I canât tell you how I feel because itâs embarrassing, and I have too much pride. When I told you, âPlease ruin my life.â I didnât think youâd take that literally. Everyone else is boring, and I feel sick every time I think about you. I donât know why Iâm spiraling from a 21 hour date almost a month ago. I want to hate everything about you because it would be easier to forget about you. I hope I never speak with you again and forget the sound of your voice.
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From the original thread
I MISSED THE KENTUCKY ONE OMG
(sigh) âŠNotes. đ€Ł
Several years ago, my spouse was like, âyou gotta give the kitties a warning before you grind your coffee beansâ and I was like âokay sure makes senseâ so now every morning before I grind coffee beans I yell âitâs gonna get loud babies!!!! Gotta grind some beans!!!!â And my spouse will yell back from corners of the house, in a despondent tone, âOH NO NOT THE BEANS!!!! SCATTER!!!â
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u guys will watch anything wtf is wednesday
its tomorrow innit?
The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and itâs honestly a waste that my entire life isnât constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS
1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had been smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home.
2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didnât talk about it again.
3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized âwait itâs dark as fuckâ so I just held still until the guy gave up and left.
4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girlâs underwear a day later and I never saw him again
5. That one time in college where I was taking a shortcut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the driverâs side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out
6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me heâd locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so I told him âyou know that sounds super suspicious rightâ and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead
7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then I was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didnât follow me onboard
8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a well and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until I put him back outside and never saw him again.
9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me âpiñataâ and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals
10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks
11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually escaped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped
12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home
13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play âbloody maryâ in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said âno thanksâ and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead.
14. The old abandoned house I just moved into with the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of⊠locked up forever and never go near
15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360Âș spin with nobody touching it, so I said âthat was neatâ and never ate there again
16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing Iâd ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didnât even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds
Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes im awake at night and I just. keep thinking
I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say âno thanksâ to everything else
I thought it was romantic because I didnât feel like I was drowning anymore. I felt like I was falling because I couldnât breathe. I think it was just a different type of drowning. I cried more when we were together than when we were apart. I swear Iâm never going to beg for someone to give me what I need. Iâd I have to ask then I donât want it.
âOne of my earliest memories is sitting in a sand box and watching the other kids play. I could see their mouths moving but couldnât hear what they were talking about. They seemed so happy. And I desperately wanted to participate. But my deafness kept me in a glass cage. I was never able to verbally speak. And whenever I tried to reach out, Iâd be forgotten quickly. During recess Iâd sit alone and read my books, because it hurt too much to look at the other kids. In high school I had an interpreter who predicted Iâd never marry. She said that disabled people were too much of a burden for abled people. It was a casual remark for her, but I never forgot it. And the few flings I had as a teenager only reinforced that belief. None of the guys I dated learned sign language. They didnât even try. I think they viewed dating a deaf girl as more of a novelty than anything. And every time it didnât work out, I was left feeling lonelier. I went to college two hours away. Which wasnât far, but it was far for me. And I first met Stuart in my education class. He tried to say âhelloâ that very first day, but I accidentally ignored him. I think he figured out the reason once my interpreter showed up. But he kept smiling at me, and a few days later he slid me a photo with a note on the back and his email address. I spent a lot of time looking at that photo, waffling back and forth about whether I should contact him. But finally I decided there was nothing to lose. We began spending time together outside of class. Weâd communicate by writing back and forth in a notebook. I learned all about his life. And he learned about mine. After a few months of this, I started to have hope, maybe he was actually interested in my thoughts. Maybe he liked me for me. One night we were watching a scary movie in my dorm room. We were writing back and forth, laughing at the cheesy scenes, when suddenly Stuartâs face grew serious. He wrote that he needed to tell me something. My heart sank. Â I thought: This is where he tells me that Iâm a lot of fun, but my deafness is a dealbreaker. But he looked me in the eyes, took a deep breath, and haltingly began to sign: âWill. You. Be. My. Girlfriend?ââ
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