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Life advice: when you're doing something that requires a good amount of attention, if you think "I'm really tired, I should probably stop soon", do it BEFORE you sew the button onto your finger, not after. Contrary to popular belief, it is called "hand stitching" because you're doing the stitches BY hand, not because they're supposed to go INTO your hand. 
          Shocking, I know /j  :')

Sometimes when I'm scrolling tiktok I stumble over songs I used to listen to religiously when I was a sad little kid, and despite all the change that's come with being an adult in a better environment these days, hearing those songs just takes me right back to being 10 crying on the roof at 2am 

Had a nightmare about something that happened in the past, but the other person involved, in the dream, was just a T-Rex for some reason, and I have no idea what to make of that PFFT 

If I got myself flowers every time I have a doctors appointment that gets me feeling down I'd be able to open a flower shop by the end of the year. But at least it's pretty! 

I love when I question realism in my ocs fantasy realm as if there's not almost 3m tall, 200 year old, lesbian mushrooms that run a magic trinket shop with their disabled pet guard griffin living on an underground island.
          "Would it be realistic for other creatures to physically see someones astral projection walking around?", I don't know man, how about I just let my elf go visit her nymph friends, and worry about finding good names for places instead like a normal person (why is coming up with village etc. names so difficult??) 

*Looking at my "angst with happy ending" fic WIP*
          "By the time I'm done with this, these guys better be thoroughly hurt and comforted" 

"I'm so tired, I know you're not supposed to sleep in makeup, but in my defense, I didn't switch out my dangly earrings either"
          *wakes up half strangled in the necklace I forgot I was wearing*
          Did take my bracelet off though, if that makes it better pfft

"So it's just me on my lonesome. I mean, the tv or music is always running to drown out the quiet, but after 2 and a half years of never having to pause it for anyone, the noise just becomes a silence of its own" 

Not that I don't appreciate my instant coffee, but one day I'm gonna ascend into the level of adulthood where I own a coffee machine. 
          I feel like that'll be the peak of having my life together, and the time isn't right yet, so for now I will patiently wait with my precious powder packets 

I CANNOT enjoy cross stitching a normal amount.
          Absolutely impossible. 
          In fact, it's by law that I need to spend a week designating my entire being to The Craft™, and then abandon it for months because my messed joints make my hands too cramped and twitchy