โCan I Get Over My Debilitating Social Anxiety?โ by J.P. Brammer
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Never understood the collective vehement resentment of small talk lol i hate the painful grind of small talk as much as the next person but i think id rather shrivel up and die than be denied nuggets of joy found in standing in an elevator and having a middle aged woman compliment my nails or bonding fleetingly with a cafegoer over the city's temperamental weather it's so integral to nurturing & cultivating the soul i think
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so much of taking care of yourself as an adult is just learning to eat at home and going on walks
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deleting files makes me so scared what if i Needed That
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brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!
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oh thats hot as hell. if only sex was real
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if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog
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it is my hope and dream that everyone on tumblr can go outside and visit a gay bar or go to a queer event and see that our community is very beautiful and very diverse and that half the internet discourse isnโt real
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Do you ever talk to your mutuals?
not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me
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"this too shall pass" well can it fucking get on with it
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online ceramics
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Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"
[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]
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a weighted blanket is not enough please compress me into a .zip file
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