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in what was a euphoric 5 miles on the lost coast trail, nepenthe was my only soundtrack.
until i ate shit and hobbled back on a second degree ankle sprain and questioned all my life choices lol
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May 25, 2025
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i would listen to it while romanticizing the little things in my life big time when i was going through a very rough patch. makes me feel like i’m going on a journey and will come out having learned lots of cool new things by the end of the film.
Jan 7, 2025
nothing hits like best coast when im in a really really bad place (now). like a pet sounds for indie girls. help me bethany
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because It was exhausting and contemplative and a blackout and I wish I remembered what I saw but I felt what I heard and I whispered I’m sorry to nobody because forgiveness would’ve found me anyway
Rip to the nonchalanter I used to be. that uber ride home killed you
Jan 29, 2024
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as i sit on the eve of my 32nd birthday, i'm not really too worn down about the actual age. it's more everything that's to come that stresses me out. feeling like i've worked hard for what we've always known to be the way we currently live, and knowing that each day we sleep walk into a future less and less like our past. i'm not against change, but i want some things in life to retain the promise of what we grew up with. i hope i can rid myself of everyday social media this year, hope i can only browse on my computer and not my phone and remember the days of logging into facebook on a fake android and it taking days to give you a single status update. how frustrating it was, and we didnt know it was bliss. maybe thats the lesson!!
4d ago
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i was 9 years old when my next door neighbor showed me the delightful scent of a laundry detergent tab. she liked sniffing it and i couldn't agree more with her take. we didn't have that sort of thing in my house- mother was liquid. but we did have solid washing machine detergent, so i supplemented my new interest with that and toted around the solid detergent in my school bag- smelling it when i needed a bit of comfort, kind of like a blanky, which yes obviously i had one of those too. unfortuately, the little cube started to crack in my bag, covering everything, including my snacks, in weird soapy crumbs. i started to feel insecure about the whole thing, like is this kind of weird that i'm carrying solid detergent now to school? So, i put it in the trash. i walked there quietly, wrapped it up in a piece of paper and threw it away and went back to my seat. for some god forsaken reason, my teacher that day decided we should do a lesson on trash. so she emptied out the can on a table and went through everything that had been thrown away that day; apple cores, pencil sharpenings, and unfortunately, my mother's solid dish washing machine detergent. i wish i was kidding.
i agonized watching the table, the detergent like a lightning bolt, the only thing i'm looking at, seizing every ounce of my attention. hoping to god she just misses it. she doesn't. in fact she picks it up, sniffs it. starts saying "WHAT IS THIS" and saying "WHO THREW THIS AWAY" and the whole time im silent. sitting there in fear. i'm sweating. no one says anything. everyone is looking at each other and i continue to omit, an important distinction- not a lie. it's stressful, it feels like it lasts an eternity. she's looking at us all in the eyes wondering who is gonna crack. she will not let it go. continually, at least in my memory, WAILING. and if there was one thing i was sure of, it was that if i did confess, my new name would be soapy or something idk lol
so i sat there. let my back cover in sweat. poker face. poker face mary they could have called me. she finally relented. we moved on. i was free. but i will never forget my first mass omission (again not a lie.......... )
weirdly the teacher later died of slurping on a tide pod on one of those challenges in 2018
ok that bit isnt true
May 28, 2025