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cafe-shade · 7 months

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Yo~

Professional nouns: Fae/faer & She/her.

You're not on the wrong page, this used to be trixiedjinn)

Welcome to Cafe shade, the brightest dark corner of the internet. Or at least this specific hellsite🖤

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🖤 #odd words, #oddwords) MOVED to Trixieussy

🖤 #echoes) MOVED to Trixieussy ┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌

🖤 #popping political pussy poetically) Something pissed me off so bad I had to stop fucking myself to yell about it. Prolly a response archived

🗡️ #The tiger anytime I (Trixie) post something

🐦‍⬛ #The crow anytime Mysty posts

🖤 #lust Sorry kids, it's gross and weird in here. Go home

#woah It's something amazing. Art/music/game/etc

Some things might have multiple tags, that means they overlap. All things you *can* reblog, may be reblogged. Don't pop into my dms and ask, or worry, the permission is implied by me not restricting your ability to do so. We're all adults here.

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The only way to get to this cafe is getting lost betwixt the shadows, and caught between things best left unseen. But thanks to our curated stream of wonderful brews, you won't be lost for long.

If you'd like something more original, you're more than welcome to visit check on the hostesess or the master of the house (below thee cut).

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Welcome to the Cafe Shade, a corner of reality connected to every shadow and place you can't see, where little witches and little critters come to hang out. And this here, is the front of the house, and Belle's main blog. It's also where you can sample my familiars' fruits. (Reblogs only here)

Poetry and frantic "rawring" oft rushes from the Tiger's fangs, while an endless stream of cawing about all manner of things falls from the beak of my silly crow. I simply find and describe the happenings of other worlds as I see fit, it's a hobby of mine.

Don't expect more than samples of things the three of us enjoy, and I permit, from the blog. You're welcome to stay, but you'll find better things by following one of us or someone we've highlighted.

Active Social links:

mystybelle.carrd.co

#The tiger #The crow #lust #woah #odd words #oddwords #echoes #cursed girl #lesbian #egirl philosopher

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fierifiction · 2 years

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BEING THE OLDEST, YOU HAD TO LEARN HOW TO DO A LOT OF STUFF REAL QUICK. BUT WE GOT LLAMAS! ODD WORDS TO SEE IN NEON. (Guy) NOT ANY MORE, BUT SHE'S STILL MAKIN' 'EM FRESH....wow.

#s05e11 regional classics #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #stuff real quick #odd words #lot #got #llamas #neon #guy #fresh

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fieriframes · 2 years

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[BEING THE OLDEST, YOU HAD TO LEARN HOW TO DO A LOT OF STUFF REAL QUICK. BUT WE GOT LLAMAS! ODD WORDS TO SEE IN NEON. (Guy) NOT ANY MORE, BUT SHE'S STILL MAKIN' 'EM FRESH.]

#s05e11 regional classics #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #stuff real quick #odd words #lot #got #llamas #neon #guy #fresh

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trixiussy · 7 days

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Sappho's Cave or (Artemis had sex)

Lesbians don't want to date bi people for the same reason trans people don't want to date cis people.

It's because y'all fucking treat us weird.

A lesbian is not a Man just because she is no longer a Woman.*

A lesbian is sapphic, and so are you. You're just as much an active participant in a sexual relationship as she is.

You're not an object to be acquired or possessed, a toy to be quiet and unheard on somebody's mantelpiece

You're not a princess in a tower to be fought for and rescued from a dragon.

A Sapphic is a Whore

I hope that old man rots and rolls in his grave

You are not a Madonna, you never were. And it's not something you can be or strive for, without a thousand little deaths.

Don't alienate your lover- They're not gayer than you

You're gay too

That's what being Sapphic is.

An old letter to me, from a separate self.

*Understand that uses of Man and Woman are capitalized specifically to refer to the genders man & woman; the aspirational/standard and social role that people are judged by and expected to live up to in order to maintain social acceptance within our Patriarchal society. I.e. A Man or Woman, as used here, is what a man or woman is "supposed" to be in our society. Not what they are (or aren't).

+ This is as much a letter to my younger self as it is an expression of frustration outward. If you're secure in your identity and none of this applies, fuck yeah. If you're not; don't take this as a rejection or claim to your lack of validity, rather think of it as a question. the

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bigquestionmark · 6 months

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a lot of people act like xie lian was entirely unaware/ignorant to the power imbalance in his and mu qings relationship when he was probably the most empathetic and understanding towards mu qing. for example, he defends mqs behaviour to fx multiple times because he understands what causes it.

i think he just believed their friendship overcame this power imbalance (which was easier for him to do because he wasnt negatively impacted by it unlike mu qing).

whereas, despite how deeply he cared for xl, mq couldnt overlook it because he was literally xls servant and was faced with this power imbalance everyday.

xl saw mq as his friend first, however mq believed he was viewed primarily as a servant

#IDK IF THIS IS WORDED RIGHT BUT I JUST EANTED TO SPEAK ABOUT THIs!!!!!#people act like xl is so emotionally unintelligent its so odd to me #especially bc his emotional intelligence and compassion is like one the his defining features #he was just a little insensitive to it bc he was like 17 #heaven officials blessing #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #mu qing #xie lian #xianle trio #kinda

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cafe-shade · 5 months

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Cowardice is common because cowardice is profitable

Loneliness is standard, because isolation fuels sales

Suffering is noble, because vengeance stunts growth.

spare a gummy worm so I can grow?🌺

#odd words #prose poetry #prose poem #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #original poem #writers and poets #poet #poem #poetry #female poets #women writers #black writers #black writblr #writeblr #writeblr community

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trixiussy · 13 days

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🖤 Yo, I'm an egirl who thinks she's Socrates, doing; "⛓️💋🗡️🐦‍⬛🕸️🌹💦 Socialist Feminism"/being horny without shame, and this is my personal booth at Cafe Shade.

Anyway, Belle had me move poems and stuff this way, since it's getting lost on the main blog anyway. So...

My professional nouns are: Fae/faer/faers or she/her if you're boring, it's just as accurate.

Tags~

🗡️ #oddwords original poetry tag. most stuff will get the normal tags anyway so it can breach containment and the like, but this tag is mine and I like it because it's cool.

🗡️ #egirl philosopher hottakes and "not essays." If I do proper research for anything or reference other writers I'll make more of a to do about it, but you can expect mostly just 2-3 paragraph "think pieces" here.

🗡️ #echoes is for when there's original audio attached

There's no reblog tag because I'm not reblogging anything here.

this is a cute picture of me I'm not changing it I look so sassy and unbothered even tho I tottally am, look at how much fucking blending I did with my lipstick, even tho my eyeliner is falling apart

Disclaimers n such under the cut 🗡️

+ I'm not going to use slurs verbatim here except ones that've been reclaimed, and I'm personally a part of the related group for (but I'm still not even gonna drop the hard r) but it's heavy topics here. Frequently they'll be layered through flowery prose, but I won't sacrifice substance for anything, and I'm definitely not censoring myself anymore than tumblr demands I do. If you're the type of person who needs a profanity filter unironically, you should probably work on that, but I'm not shrinking my space for you.

The den is for the kitty first and foremost (so expect mostly prose and a little singing).

Major ideas and things to assume from me (so far):

I am a lesbian(link), atheist(link), and I vibe with gender abolition and the performance theory of gender over identity.

That's all. Thanks for reading 💋

#The tiger #egirl philosopher #odd words #oddwords #echoes #nsft #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft

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cuubism · 7 months

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PLEAAE write dreamling pregnancy crackfic you MUST and PLEASE include Sad Crying I Forgor cat dream

Behold, lovely anons, some nonsense.

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“Um, Dream,” says Hob, staring at the tiny plastic stick sitting on his bathroom countertop, “what is that.”

Dream comes to stand behind him, peering over his shoulder. “It is a pregnancy test.”

“Yeah, why?” Hob picks it up, squinting down at it. “And why is it negative?”

He realizes a second later that the first question out of his mouth should, in fact, have been why the fuck do you have a pregnancy test? Unless it’s not Dream’s and someone just broke into his flat and left it there, which might actually be less weird.

“Presumably because I am not human,” says Dream.

Hob puts the test down. Turns around, takes Dream by the shoulders, and steers him out of the bathroom. Once they’re back in the living room, he means to say a number of things, but all that comes out of his mouth is, “What.”

“The test does not work because I am not human,” Dream repeats. He’s definitely being deliberately obtuse now, if he wasn’t before.

A million questions swirl in Hob’s mind, and a rising swell of panic. He mentally shakes himself. Forces himself to get it together. He’s not a seventeen-year-old kid who got a girl pregnant. He can handle his shit.

He holds Dream still by the arms. Tilts his head until Dream meets his eyes. “Dream, do you have something that you want to tell me? In words, maybe?”

Unless he doesn’t know. But he’s like, a concept, how could he not know?

Wait, is this why Hob was having random dreams about babies last week? He is going to kill this man.

Well, he’s going to give him a hug first. Then he’s going to kill him.

Dream looks into his eyes. Oh God, he’s serious now. So this wasn’t all just for kicks, not that Dream really does things for kicks, anyway. “Hob, I am—”

Hob hauls him into an embrace before he can finish the sentence. Perhaps he should let Dream say it. But he can’t not hug him.

Dream relaxes into his hold. Hob hadn’t realized how tense he was until he did. Oh, poor thing. Just because they’re not young people floundering about on the precipice of adulthood doesn’t mean it’s not stressful. Especially that in between moment, when he knows, and Hob doesn’t.

“I have known for a few weeks now,” Dream says, face pressed to Hob’s shoulder. “Are you upset?”

“No, of course not.” Upset? He’s having their child and Hob’s upset? He supposes they didn’t exactly plan it, but, when has he ever planned anything when it comes to Dream?

He pulls back at last, kisses Dream’s temple, and steers him over to sit down on the couch. He sits beside him, their knees touching. Takes Dream’s hand and squeezes it. “If you already knew, then why did you bother to use the test?”

“I was curious if it would work,” says Dream.

Somehow, Hob doesn’t think that’s the whole truth. “Please tell me you weren’t just going to leave it somewhere and let me guess?”

“I would have crafted some more dreams as well,” Dream says. Blasted idiot. Why is Hob in love with him? Oh yeah, because he’s even more of an idiot.

“Wasn’t picking up on it,” Hob says. “I didn’t think this was possible, to be honest. We’ve just been recklessly having unprotected sex for how long? And you never thought to mention this was a possibility?”

“I forgot,” Dream says morosely, the most pitiable frown on his face. “It is not as straightforward as it is for humans. But yes, it is possible. Evidently. I suppose I have been caught up in the… joy of our moments together. I have not had a lover in a long time.”

“Oh, love.” Hob holds him close, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “It’s alright. It’s my fault, really. I should have asked. Wrap it before you tap it, Hob.”

Dream wrinkles his nose at the phrasing. Hob kisses him on the tip of his nose.

“Maybe I was thinking about it a little bit,” Hob admits. The thought has definitely… crossed his mind, before. And it’s easy to get drawn in, when Dream is in his bed, when he looks so gorgeous, when Hob makes love to him and fills him and—

Oh, this is his fault. This is absolutely his fault. He’d thought it was a safe fantasy to indulge in, impossible in reality. Meanwhile he was fucking one of the few beings made of both fantasy and reality at once. Hob’s really the king idiot.

“A little bit?” echoes Dream, raising an eyebrow.

Hob cringes. “A lot a bit?”

Unexpectedly, Dream smiles. “You are happy, then.”

Hob goes still, staring at him. “Did I not say?”

“You expressed that you were not upset,” says Dream. “Which is not the same thing as being happy.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Hob holds him closer, kisses his cheek, his brow, the corner of his lips. “I love you so much. I’m so happy.”

“Truly?”

Hob kisses him on the lips this time, long and deep. Takes Dream’s face in his hands and caresses his cheeks. “Truly. Obviously.”

Dream hums, sounding pleased.

“Are you happy?” Hob asks. Though he suspects Dream would have been rather obvious in his displeasure if he wasn’t, he usually is.

“I believe so,” says Dream carefully. “I… would like to be. Only, I have failed before, when I had a child.” Hob pulls far enough away to look at him. Dream’s expression has twisted now. “I do not wish to repeat that.”

“You won’t.” Dream looks unconvinced, so Hob repeats it. “You won’t. You’ve learned from that. So have I.” Hob certainly made many of his own mistakes with Robyn. But he still wants to try again.

“There are many terrible endings to this story,” Dream says. Of course, Hob’s just looking at the beginning of the thing, and Dream’s looking at the whole arc, especially the end.

“And good ones,” Hob says. “I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make it good.”

“I do believe that,” says Dream, finally offering him a small smile. “You have been able to make many things good for me when I thought it impossible.”

That might just be the greatest success of Hob’s life. To make Dream see that things can be good.

“It will be good,” he vows. “You’ll see, darling.” And Dream smiles again.

Hob lays his hand over Dream’s lower belly. He doesn’t know if this pregnancy even has a physical component at all—Dream himself barely has a physical component sometimes—but it’s instinct to hold him there.

Hob can already feel himself wanting to coddle him. He’s going to have to stop himself from doing that, he highly doubts Dream will appreciate it. He has to remind himself that what happened with Eleanor won’t happen again this time, that modern medicine is so much better, and that Dream isn’t even human in the first place. For all he knows, the baby will just be born out of the clouds.

“Hob,” says Dream. “You are drifting.”

Hob shakes himself. “Sorry, love.”

“What were you thinking of?” Dream presses, brow pinching. “I felt the nature of the daydreams turn… darker.”

Hob grimaces. “It’s really nothing. Just me in my head, you know.”

Dream keeps looking at him expectantly.

Hob sighs. “It’s just, it didn’t go so well last time, with Eleanor, you know? And I know this is different, you’re different, so just be patient with me if start being a mother hen, yeah?”

“Hob…” Dream takes his hand, interlacing their fingers. “I’m sorry, I had not considered. Do you not want…?”

“No! I do want this. I just worry, is all.” He kisses Dream’s cheek. “It’s because I love you. Couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you.”

“I must do what I can to make it good, then,” Dream says, and Hob smiles at the turnabout of his words. “You need not worry. There is no danger to me. And the baby is not human, besides.”

"It's not?" Hob supposes it's not that much of a surprise. "What is it, then?"

“I am not quite sure. I expect it will become evident soon.” He rests his hand over Hob’s, which is still on his stomach, and he looks fond now. “Perhaps once I can see its dreams.”

“You can see its dreams?”

Dream casts him an amused look. “I am made up of those dreams. And all others. Why should our baby be different?”

Our baby. It’s so affecting to hear him say it like that.

“Our baby,” Hob repeats, just for the sound of it.

“Yes,” says Dream. He sounds properly happy now, which is so lovely to hear. “Ours.”

“Well, now I’m glad we forgot to talk about magical birth control,” Hob says. “Irresponsible sex for the win! Now I get to meet our magical baby.”

“I have never known you to be a man particularly driven by responsible decision-making,” Dream says solemnly.

Hob gapes at him. “Hey!” It’s true, though. It’s all true. “I’ll be the most responsible parent you ever saw. I’ll only let them have the iPad for twenty-three hours a day instead of twenty-four.”

“I can create fantastic spectacles to which the likes of ‘Cocomelon’ cannot hope to compare,” Dream says indignantly, as if this was really an open question in Hob’s mind.

“You can be in charge of screen time, then,” Hob tells him, and Dream’s scowl shifts into a smile.

“When do I need to be ready for this?” Hob asks. “Is it like a nine months thing, or…?”

“Unclear,” says Dream. Fantastic. Typical. For all Hob knows, Dream will show up with a whole baby in his arms tomorrow. Either that or it’ll be a hundred years from now. “I suspect there will be an element of surprise.”

Of course. Dream’s sense of time passing is pretty bad at the best of times, why would the baby be any different?

“I’ll have to get to the shops, then, seeing as I don’t currently own an iPad,” Hob says.

Dream hands him one that definitely was not in existence a moment ago.

“Did you get that—”

“From a dream, yes.”

Hob stares at it in wonder for a moment, wondering if it even has normal apps, or strange ones only dreamt of, then sets it on the coffee table. “Well, Christmas shopping with you will be a cinch.”

Dream is quiet for a moment. “I would not wish to burden you with these things,” he finally says. “To upend your life when you are already well-occupied.”

“Nope, none of that.” Hob takes Dream’s hands and pulls them close. “First of all, I’m very old and can afford to buy a lot of iPads, so don’t worry about it. But more than that, I love you.” He taps Dream’s belly, though he still doesn’t know exactly how or where this not-human baby is meant to grow. “And you. So don’t think like that. I know I can’t expect a nine-to-five, normal daily schedule from you. I’ve never expected that from you.” As of now, Dream just visits whenever he can, often at odd hours. Hob doesn’t expect he’ll be able to change that much, even now. He is still Dream above all else.

Dream doesn’t deny it, either. He looks down at their joined hands. “Would that it were otherwise.”

Hob rubs his thumb back and forth over his knuckles. “It’s okay. I needed some new excitement in my life anyway. Besides—” he gestures to the dream-iPad—DreamPad? Dream will hate that name, so Hob will definitely have to use it—“even if we can’t always have you, we’ll have your stories, hm?”

Dream smiles, then, a fragile smile. “I suppose that’s true.”

“Course it is.” Hob kisses his cheek. “We’ll figure it out, love. Don’t worry.”

“That is one skill you certainly do possess,” says Dream—in contrast, Hob supposes, to his lack of rational decision-making. “‘Figuring it out.’”

“My PhD is in Winging It,” Hob agrees. “Speaking of, though, we are going to have to have an actual talk about how not to have another ‘surprise’.”

“Yes,” Dream agrees ruefully. He seems quite embarrassed about it, actually, and Hob can’t help but hug him again, squeezing him tight, kissing his cheek and temple. Despite the shock and confusion, Hob really is happy, powerfully so. A baby, his and Dream’s baby. He can’t even imagine the possibility of it.

Dream squirms under the attention, but hums, seeming pleased deep down.

“A little baby Dream,” Hob sighs. “They will be a terror.”

Dream raises an eyebrow. “And you think your influence has no effect on that?”

“I was a delightful child,” Hob protests.

“Do not tempt me to draw proof to the contrary from your dream records,” Dream warns.

“You’ll be a terror,” Hob says. “‘No, Da, I definitely didn’t cheat on that exam,’ ‘Mm, that’s not what your dream at 2:34 am indicates.’”

“Precisely,” says Dream. He sounds quite proud of himself, really. Little nightmare.

Hob kisses him again, on the lips this time. Yes, they will definitely be absolute terrors, the both of them.

But it would be boring otherwise.

#dream communicate in words challenge level impossible #pregnancy storylines are weird for me this was odd to write but i hope it's amusing XD #ask #anonymous #my writing #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #cw pregnancy #cw mpreg

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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hellooooo! can you write on how you think Laswell and Valeria would react to their wife’s randomly bringing home a small kitten she found on the side of the road/in a ally? Also I hope you are feeling better lovely!

Hello! In all honesty, I'm not doing too great right now, I should really be resting up, but I can't because of work! Oh well, it happens!

Valeria and Laswell’s S/O Bringing Home a Kitten

Valeria: She would not care for the little thing in the slightest, in all honesty. Valeria knows that she’s absent very often, so she can’t exactly blame you for wanting a small animal companion to keep you company. Besides, she’d rather have it be a small animal than some other person. Still, she’s not the biggest fan of animals. While she may not hate them, she simply doesn’t care about them, regardless of what they are or how cute they may be to anyone else. You can keep your little kitten, she doesn’t care too much about it as long as she gets you to herself when she is at home. However, if the cat gets more of your attention than she does, that’s when she’s starting to get a little bit jealous. If you’re not looking, she’ll shoo the little critter away, hoping it’ll get the message and leave you and her alone. That’s when she’ll come to dislike your kitten a little bit. However, if you bug her enough about it, she might begrudgingly apologize to it, but only when you’re around. She won’t be outright mean to it, but she will put it away from your lap and place it somewhere else if she thinks you’re paying too much attention to it. The little critter can meow all it wants, it’s not getting any extra treats from her. Valeria will only feed it when you don’t have the time to do so, and even then it’s on thin ice. Although she usually prides herself on being a competent and confident woman, it’s so evident that Valeria’s as jealous as it gets, and of a cat as well. You can tease her about it too, she won’t really do anything about it because she can’t. She loves you and doesn’t wanna hurt you, which includes not hurting your stinky furball. It’s obvious it makes you happy, and that’s what she wants to see in this otherwise rotten world.

Laswell: Although she isn’t the biggest animal lover, she can appreciate a cute animal when she sees one, but wasn’t sure she heard you correctly when you claimed to have rescued that kitten from an alley. Laswell knows that cats are independent enough when they’re older, at the very least, but you can’t really leave a kitten all alone for now. Besides, what if it’s got some sort of disease? As long as you take good care of it, Laswell won’t mind having a kitten be brought home, but she won’t have too much time to take care of it either, so you’re gonna have to be committed to taking care of it. She may not be a fan of having a cat around at home at first, but she grows fond of it anyway. Think of all the “My dad and the cat he didn’t want at first” memes, that’s literally her. Either way, she does think you have a heart of gold for wanting to rescue a small and defenseless animal that had nowhere to go. However, don’t make it a habit to continuously rescue animals, she doesn’t have the time or space for all of them, so please just keep it to one, maybe two, at most. Laswell, when she can, will feed the kitten and play with it. Sometimes you might even catch her sleeping with it. Especially when the kitten is more mature and has calmed down from all the playing frenzy, that’s when Laswell might hug it more often and sometimes even take naps with it. Will help you out whenever you need anything from her. Your cat needs to go to the vet? It needs some more food? The last few toys you got for it are broken and or torn? Don’t worry, Laswell’s got you covered. She’s got enough money to make your cat’s life very luxurious, as luxurious as it gets, even. The food will be of the highest quality, it will get all the meds it could possibly need, if it needs them, and the toys will always be provided for. The little kitten probably couldn’t have asked for better owners, in all honesty.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #the girls are so incredibly popular on this blog it makes me very happy #oh before I forget #fem!reader #although there's no mention of reader's gender #I don't really have much to say as of right now #it's insane to me how it's the end of february soon enough already #the years just seem to get shorter and shorter the more time pases it seems #interesting. I once talked to my co worker about this and he said I can't even imagine how he feels with how quick they go by #I took him by his word. the passage of time is so odd. some days won't pass and others seem to last an hour at most #but that's not what anyone is here for #please enjoy!

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