So when Careless Whisper comes on, do we all collectively just make as loud of a sound to mimic the saxophone as possible?
Worst side quest in the Final Fantasy franchise?
My GW2 characters by poe-hax
I am really enjoying this game with breaks. Sometimes I just want to fight big monster.
The desire to pick up art again is boiling over. I just don't know how to approach it. I don't want to do just anime portraits digitally, but I also want to try traditional media. I'm just not sure how to start. I never am. Starting anything is the hardest part for me.
I also want to bake but I am trying to LOSE weight and "healthy" recipes keep having really expensive ingredients???
I made the decision to finally delete Facebook. Now I just feel guilty for deleting it. Is this part of addiction?
When the neighbor's cat comes running to welcome you home, walks you to the door, then tries to come in with you. I am the Cat Lady. I guess I got adopted.
"I'll set up my new journal!"
My cat:
I am starting to hate Discord.
It has so many pop ups and so many "features". Discord is over engineering itself. It's no longer a nice simple platform to chat with friends, but instead a constantly moving forum. I hate that I have to join a discord server to get information on something because that's where the information is stored instead of on a forum or just placed on the internet.
It's turning into what everyone hated Skype for. In fact, it's pretty much there.
My meds have been adjusted, and this is day three on the new dose. I am not doing well. We don't know if my body is metabolizing them, so this is doubling the dose to see if it takes. I am dissociating and I feel stuck in a dream. I don't know what to do with myself. I just want to cry.
It took me too long, but I finally finished The Last Unicorn. I had bought a deluxe edition of the novel which came with an interview and a note from Mister Beagle.
What I didn't expect was the second story that came as an epilogue.
Two Hearts was beautiful, exciting, and the ending of this shorter tale is what finally made me cry.
I felt like a child again reading this book, though I stepped away and kept myself from reading it. I felt like once I read it, the magic of nostalgia would leave. It wouldn't be special to me, anymore. But it was. It truly was.
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