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Fuck I want a cigarette now.

I am absolutely the bunny. Because I’m moisturized and just had my hair done, but I’m also completely done.

Think if it as a moral cancer.

I am like 2 seconds away from writing up a big “how to do a tea party” post. I’m one small push (and one friendly location) away from it.

I actually would tell my current boyfriend I was an assassin, but that’s an n = 1 situation.

Both are equally in the realm of “rich” when compared to people living paycheck to paycheck.

Binged (the search engine) and binged (the eating disorder/content consumption method) look identical and this fucks me up.

It’s way better to have a tea party. And you can have them by yourself.

I had one this morning with myself and some perfectly brewed tea and some English muffins and my very most favorite earthenware mug.

There’s a whole thing about little girls having tea parties with their stuffed animals. You don’t need other people or even stuffed animals!

I do drugs about it but I’m not a perfect role model.

At least they’re prescription so there’s an air of legitimacy.

I’ve been really wrestling with my own anti-violence and the now-obvious fact that violence gets results.