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herlittlebunnyboy · 9 months
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Before I've even opened my eyes, I am keenly aware of a few things. I've slept in, without knowing exactly what time it is I can just feel it, but there were so many good dreams to dream, and she was the star of all of them. I can hear the rain outside, we are supposed to have it for a couple of days, and with that in mind, I can't help but smile. The only thing missing is her. Her touch letting me know she is here for me, firm in its approach but soft and intimate in its desire. Her breath neither heard nor felt on my back and neck. That sours my mood along with my arm. The tattoo removal yesterday left me charred in a very real sense, and it will be a bit before I can sleep on my right side again.
No more than any other day, I find myself feeling needy, wanting, craving her. Even if all I could have was her sitting across from me on the other couch, "her couch," in the living room. That wouldn't be enough, but I would happily and eagerly take what I can get. I realize I am greedy for her. But it is time to begin the day. I stretch out, my legs doing that shaking thing that lets you know you did it right. I. Hesitate in getting out of bed but the blinds need to be opened here in my room for the plants and downstairs too. There is a pot of coffee that needs my help coming into the world and so do the pancakes, hashbrowns and eggs. Good morning everyone, no matter where or who you are I hope you all have a good Sunday and a great week ahead.
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coastielaceispunk · 1 year
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Pedro Pascal…you make me love you even more every single day.
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romcommunist · 1 year
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mom brought me back gumbo feeling very seen
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You should REALLY warn people before you throw something >:((
Thanks for the free food tho I was starving :))
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I was hungry so I grabbed breakfast at school. Which is about $3. The menu said chicken and biscuits. Which is the only reason I went down and got anything. But at this school what the menu says and what they actually serve is almost always two different things. This is the nastiest stuff I've ever had for breakfast since I can remember. It says waffles but it is not a waffle it is soggy cinnamon flavored bread.
The kids actually had a choice between this and cereal and I guess if I'd had any sense I would have picked the cereal myself. I noticed none of the kids were eating this and for good reason. The kids get it all for free(as it should be). The teachers however, have to pay.
And I see things like this as some weird form of punishment for choosing a life of service.
Today we must stay up here for 12 hours because we are having a family night starting at 6:00 p.m. and everyone is required to attend.
But I woke up today and I can actually see out of both eyes and both knees were actually bending without me being in any pain so therefore it is a great day to be alive.
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tickfleato · 9 months
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funniest adhd thing is when you're like ugh. doing this simple task would be too hard. guess i'll do a difficult one instead
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foreverthe80s · 3 months
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pinkravat-art · 1 month
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"breakfast" a tma s5 animation thing
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dawg can't even fry me an egg in this eyeconomy
[VD: A Magnus Archives animation done in orange and teal titled "Pusryčiai" (meaning: "breakfast"). Mellow music plays as Martin cracks two eggs into a frying pan. He turns away to throw the shells while the pan sizzles, and when he returns with a spatula, a "boom" sound effect plays as Martin recoils with comic disgust.
The egg yolks have been replaced by human eyeballs. Martin stares at them for a moment. He then pokes at the egg with the spatula, producing a squelching sound, and one of the eyes blinks with another gross wet sound. Martin goes from disgusted to comically sad and disappointed, and he fades away before the setting does. The video ends on the words "darė Skaistė" (meaning: made by Skaistė) and a quick shot of an eyeball. End VD]
ty @princess-of-purple-prose for the description, i edited it a bit too.
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girlsgonetmblr · 29 days
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delusionalrobot · 8 months
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from the introduction to emily wilsons translation of the iliad
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must-be-mr-boggins · 2 months
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Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.
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clottedblog · 3 months
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first breakfast in the sun in months
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peacefulandcozy · 6 months
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Instagram credit: co.nfused
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shotmrmiller · 25 days
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being called simon's work wife by johnny is all fun and games til you start spotting the man you've never formally met in the corner of your eye.
imagine being told by a pig-headed superior to make yourself useful and go get him some coffee only to immediately start apologizing, words spilling out of his pathetic mouth like water because your johnny-proclaimed husband's looming right behind you in guard dog mode.
you mumble out a thank you, even though you're not sure what for and he just tugs your name tag.
no one talks to my wife like that.
(forget about trying to clarify that it's work wife, he's got selective hearing.)
i think it's cute til it's not. til you're at a bar, drunk, and he shows up and takes you home. you wake up in a bed that smells of gunpowder and carbolic soap, in a shirt 3x your size and a pair of oversized sweats. when you check your phone, your friend's text reads, your husband is a scary man.
(there's a fucking ring on your finger, too.)
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huariqueje · 3 months
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Outdoors Breakfast   -   Elena Climent , 2022.
Mexican, b. 1955-
Oil on linen on bord, 17 3/4 x 11 in.
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I mix my warm scrambled egg for breakfast and sit down on my dark bench
Me, murmuring: you used to call me on my cellphone
My eggs, still warm: *begin to wiggle and steam”
Gordon Ramsay, who I have mistakenly caught in my various traps and guises: That’s not good, they’re not supposed to do that
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