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#two more days
tchallasbabymama · 2 days ago
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From Winston’s Insta story. A mood. I just left therapy and WHEW y’all...today is a day.
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mielnette · 3 days ago
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microdosing on sleep by hitting snooze every three minutes
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stsebastiens · 3 months ago
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i wanna go thrift shopping SO BAD
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now that I’m wrestling with a toothache I must say that you don’t really appreciate advil appropriately when you’re just using it for headaches
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Me and the boys on our way to beat the shit out of the person who invented group projects
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anarchotolkienist · 4 months ago
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In deep - today I told myself that I should take a break from trying to write essays by doing my Gaelic language homework.
Fun
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panncakes · 4 months ago
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we are manifesting that happy hopeful ending 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️
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fettuchiny · 6 months ago
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Waiting for the weekend be like
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everyonehasthoughts · 6 months ago
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I didn’t realize it’s only two more days I’m not ready oh my gosh I don’t know if I’ll make it
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kicksandscribbles · 6 months ago
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I hate this mindset where it’s like “i don’t want to go to work but i also kind of don’t want to stay home but also if i go to work i’m just wasting gas bc my back hurts and i’m not feeling it, but also idk what to do with myself bc i’ll get bored here...” like FUCK MAN MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
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fashion-noodle · 6 months ago
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FFXIV Write Prompt #28: Irenic
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Peace
[tw: drugs/alcohol, depression, general escapism]  Itara couldn't feel anything anymore. The ghosts that had chased her out of the door were gone, drowned under glass after glass of alcohol, and suffocated in sweet smoke.   
Nothing mattered anymore.
Not the debt collectors on her heels, or the regulatory people knocking at her door.  Her enemies didn't matter, and the needs of her friends were malms away. The crossed pirate was far off to sea, and her promises sailed away with them.  Left was nothing but hollow contentedness, the comfortable void she so often ran to.  It was quiet here, with no one to bother her, and her own mind hushed, she could escape the stress of it all. 
She was vaguely aware of music, of the murmur of voices around her.  But she was more than happy to sit sprawled out on the couch in the corner, least she thought she was still in the corner.  It was near every day she was chased here, running from something unpleasant.  A stray thought, an off comment, a look of disdain on the street; anything could send her down this path.  It was rare she actually met her destination; she often passed or became otherwise disposed of before she could arrive.  At least sleep brought its own kind of peace. 
The only ache that remained was loneliness.  That one seemed hard to forget without a distraction.  She forced her eyes to focus around the bar, looking for someone to entertain her.  But the effort was too much for the well-gone elezen, and she gave up.  Stumbling to her feet, she found her way out of the establishment.  She knew plenty of people who'd fill that need; she just needed to find one.  ~ FFxiv Write 2020 Archive
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fabcreature · 8 months ago
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children are literal pains in the neck, because they're so short and i have to look down to talk to them, so now my neck hurts
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zergliing · 8 months ago
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so many of my customers tellin me they'll be sad to see me go n my manager looked like she was gonna cry 😭😭
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