i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
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lily. chicago.
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
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me: please, im begging you,, , just do this one assignment
my shit brain: I would rather die, you baby-faced mackerel of a man
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it’s never too late to start again. 5pm on a thursday can be your new monday. you don’t have to wait until the new year to better yourself. time is an illusion, don’t forget that. just because you woke up at 1pm, it doesn’t mean you messed your whole day up and that you can’t turn the mood around. it’s never too late to start again!!!!!
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Whenever you have sleep paralysis that’s just a gnome using magic to keep you still while he rummages through your pantry
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It’s not stupid. I promise. It’s not stupid to turn into your 5 year old self and get happy beyond measure for the little things. It’s not stupid to be proud of yourself for completing a load of laundry and washing the dishes. You aren’t lame for patting yourself on the back when you chose a salad over a burger. You’re taking care of yourself and each victory - no matter how small - is worth celebrating.
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when i grow up i want to be a library goblin. i get paid to wander the shelves and be discovered curled up and reading in unlikely places, perhaps hissing if i am interrupted in the middle of a good part. why would a library pay for this service you ask? because it will add to the ambiance next question
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