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CO妹子ITTED
It was made of a cheap frame and a cork board. All, rebranded waste by-products of the industry.“Why not? What do you have to do?”“I just started a vision board.”“A what?”“You know… a vision board.”“Like in primary school?”“Yes, something like that… but for grownups.”It was a proper 40 by 24 landscape from Quickmarkt. £3、99、 Prices dropped from £14、00 right after Halloween to clearance level the day after Boxing day.“A real one you mean, a physical object?”“Yes exactly.”“Why don’t you do it in PowerPoint? You can edit it later if you fuck up.”“That’s not the point! It’s about returning to the ...
look at what you did
"life is just a bunch of mistakes that you just live with" those were my last few solid thoughts before I became a body that could only move in the memories of people but never again move in their waking lives. I truly lost myself in the idea that I was too careless to actually think you know?So I do need to start at where I truly messed up, my name is honestly the first mistake ever made in my time on this world "Will". WILL? like how could my parents hate me and not even know me yet. It's so boring it's a name lacking a life it's a word that should stay in a sentence, not a name. Anyways, ye...
Bixby
Life was so much easier when I was a kid, before I turned nine. Back then, there was no Bixby. Oh, I wanted Bixby. I’d begged for him. “Joey has a dog, can’t we have a pet?” That was me, pretty much every day. “Not a dog, honey,” said Mom, “You have school and your dad and I work. Dogs need a yard, or someone who can take them on a walk. They get lonely when they have no one to play with.” She picked up her purse. I knew what that was like, to have no one to play with. “Pets are a lot of work, you know. Don’t stay up past 8:30. I love you,” said Mom. She took the bus downtown most nights to h...
The 180
I have always been told that there is a thin line between love and hate. I guess, in theory, itwww.onedoor.cc makes sense. You get the same rush sensation, the same blur of vision, the same loss of breath. Love and hate are both extremely passionate sentiments- far away, on the whole, other end of the spectrum from lukewarm and mundanely numb. I used to feel mundanely— not numb, but content— while participating in my college classes. I have an immense passion for astronomy and I thoroughly enjoy engaging in each and every class that lends a hand in helping me become the best astronomer. But college is supp...