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post grad doom and gloom and sitting in your friends living room as they cook lunch and job applications and fam visiting and endings/beginnings and smoking on the balc as the sky turns dark blue,11:30pm and free bread via your friends bakery job and trying to create everyday and passion projects and guilt and despair and uncertainty and love. starving artists and council tax bands and moving flat. seeing fam twice a year maybe and your friends squeezed in between two part time jobs. double booked and trying not to burn out early. free labour on a maybe-itll-be-good project. crying every few days and scheduling a laugh in when you can.
Jun 29, 2025

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home, vacation, projects, friendships, dead-end jobs you though you'd seen the last of, therapy, PI.FYI. I hear it's the season of the spiral. Let go and give in. We find the meaning in the making and the living.
I hope everyone can appreciate what has happened thus far and still look forward with some sense of fun, ease, and gratitude. happy almost end of summer
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first blog post. not sure how this whole shablam works, but thought I'd give it a go. have the urge to write bs about my life for anyone who's listening. feel like I'm talking to myself, but I like doing that so I'm happy with whatever. sunday starting the day off right -- a can of chickpeas (with lime juice, garlic, and olive oil), a mandarin, and a coffee. thinking about what I want to accomplish. got a fuck tonne of schoolwork to do (it's really not that much, but it is when I spend the entire school day fucking around and wishing I was getting stuff done) might try finish some of it. got the day off work today, but clocked in for a dream shift last night so feel like I've worked overtime. to do list - breakfast, but you already know about that. trust me, don't knock on the chickpeas 'till you've tried them, they changed my life. - finish stats assesement, who gives a FUCK about fat content in bread? - maybe start my english work. should have started two weeks ago. - start something crafty ----- I yearn to craft, but have crafters block or whatever. that's why I started a blog, I love to write. I tried writing fanfic last week, but got an essay of a hate comment that hurt my feelings. god forbid a girl try something new. - walk my dog on the beach. this used to be a mindfulness activity for me, but I've been corrupted by podcasts and audiobooks. now I don't know how to be alone with my thoughts anymore. advice? goals and aspirations ☆ BUY A VAN if you know me in person you KNOW I've been annoying as FUCK about this. so basically, I really REALLY want a van. I'm looking for an old toyota hiace that someones put the bare bones of utilities in, so I could theoretically live out of it. nothing fancy, because who would I be without a project? ☆ CRAFT another reason why I want a van -- I need something to craft for. I know how to crochet, but have nothing TO crochet. a van would give me a vessel in which to dedicate my crafts. want something to crochet? blanket for my van! sewing project? curtains for my van! cushions! a duvet! want to try your hand in some painting? good, because the inside is probably in desperate need of a revamp. ☆QUIT MY JOB I'd written something really funny and cynical about my job here and why I want to quit, but my mum saw it & said that it was a 'sackable offense'. that'd save me the hassle of having to put in my two weeks, but I've got a reputation to uphold. also a van to pay for. guess the world just isn't ready for my comedic genius and sardonic honesty. my 2025 resolution make bad art. read long books. for TOO LONG I have been afraid to do things that I'm bad at. I'm not sure what I enjoy doing or what I'm just good at doing. but this year that changes. I'm gonna make BAD art. I'm gonna write a blog, and it'll probably be shit. make the art exist and worry if it's good later. I'm going to READ that long book. I've been feeling like time is moving faster than I can run, and that I'm running out of it. I've been far too hesistant to do things slowly. but the time will pass anyway, so I'm going to stop being too afraid to use it. SHIT POST OVER, that's a bit about me. ft pictures of breakfast today, I reckon I'd survive the apocolypse. thanks for reading if you've made it this far :kisskiss:
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sitting in my car outside the mall i used to go to as a child with my parents, always grabbing an ice cream cone at the end of our trip. then as a with my friends, sneaking wine into empty cups we snag from the food court and chain smoking cigarettes in the parking garage. then carefully and consistently avoided in my early 20s. it’s 109 degrees outside and im on my way to my moms house for my going away party. a month from now my life will be completely different. sitting in the car, paint stained jeans, AC blasting, listening to swamp jazz, and smoking a scrawny joint. i’m looking forward to this change, 26 seems like a good time to completely uproot everything you’re familiar with in your life and dive into the unknown. i think. in reality im only moving a few hours away for school, but still, it feels like a massive shift. scary and exciting. entirely necessary and long overdue. if you come across this on your corner of the internet i hope this sunday treats you well :-)
also just bought the communist manifesto. seems antithetical to the point to have purchased it, alas, i am but a consumer.

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Went to a gaff with apocalypse as the dress code recently. twas epic.
went to another ages ago that was ‘breaking brat’ - so people went as a breaking bad character or in brat green. Or both.
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got this cassette at a local shop months ago. proceeds donated. any arts collectives doing similar stuff near yall? if not why don’t you start something? get local. get communal.
Jun 28, 2025
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Maybe the feather a seagull dropped next to me, as it swooped down so low overhead I could feel its wings push the air around, is an offering. A gift from the universe. I worry if that’s ego. I don’t think I’m particularly lucky, though. I’d like to be. Or maybe I am. Lucky in seagull feathers and pretty shells and cooling breezes. Or in smelling the rain before it comes, or the ability to write this out. I guess everyone is lucky if they belive it. Maybe gifts from the universe are at the same time gifts to ourselves.
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