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every day i wake up and take the same picture

*cries and vomits from anticipation as i open up a text mess..

*cries and vomits from anticipation as i open up a text message i am giddy about*

hands trembling as i ask my landlord, who has been in and ou..

hands trembling as i ask my landlord, who has been in and out of my apartment for 2+ days doing renos *before* i move out, if he will order an electrician to fix my bedroom light (an actual renovation that i need rn > a freshly caulked tub) he’s nice, despite doing overall too many spontaneous jazz-hands along with his constant disjunctive rambling, but i am 1) shy, and 2) not certain he understands how badly i need to take selfies for you >.

it makes me happy that my sappy blog-post got more attention..

it makes me happy that my sappy blog-post got more attention than a video of me sucking on a dildo. i would like to continue posting erotic and even vulgar content, but i much prefer to temper it with a healthy dose of personality and genuine intimate feeling.

i suppose you could call it a love-letter.

the light in my bedroom stppped working and my landlord hasn..

the light in my bedroom stppped working and my landlord hasn’t ordered an electrician yet so all my selfies are going to be suspiciously gloomy for a while i’m sorry. also i broke my phone and am using an old one so the camera is bad. HOWEVER i’m still doing my best to be cute with what i’m got

i’m smiling so big

so much homework to do today!!!! ahh

i am leaving the place i have lived for the past seven years..

i am leaving the place i have lived for the past seven years—my chosen hometown, the place i decided to grow up, where i have been loved and cocooned better than i ever was in adolescence—and i must be in serious denial. i keep trying to force myself to admit that i am leaving in a mere month and a half. everything inside of me feels unable to acknowledge it. i am home, i am home, of course i am at home, and where else could home be? my frie...