i will be the first to admit that i never knew how popular the night safari was in singapore bc tell me why there was a queue so long i thought i was there for iphone 18
Currently drafting my 100k+ smut fic, and the number of times I have, at some point, has to double check if Skyrim spells it "magica", "magika", or "magicka", is going to make me lose my mind.
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Best way I can describe it is like I’ve become trapped inside some fucked up television show and I’m just desperately waiting for everybody around me to drop the act so that I can snap back to reality.
ia'm not really online. this blog is anonymous, and the rest of my online presence is basically just for practical things.snd the scary part is... i don't even know where i'm supposed to meet them.
omeone who chooses you and keeps choosing you.
AWlso in this limbo is heat.hat isn’t subjective, however, is the feeling of complete uselessness stuck in the middle of good and bad. There is a limbo of nonsensical confusion. Should you be grateful? It can always get worse? When was the last time you counted your blessings?