nostalgia

fun times can be had by all.

choose your own adventure with goofus and gallant

i'm such a thief. memepool

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there's a mouse in my house. scurrying about.
right now, it's right by my roommates doorway to his room.

time to get some mousetraps.

damnit.

if are reading this, no, this is probably not about you

i'm still not one to believe in LOVE for myself. i'm still not denying its existence, stilll maintaining it's horrendously over-reported, but every now and then i still get tempted to discount even Love between friends.
i'm no longer in the "i guess it's my fault, i should have seen it coming." camp. because while there's a certain amount of empowerment within self-blame, there's also an incredible amount of guilt. and my guilt complex lives on overload the way it is.
and i could blather on, but what i'm trying to say in all this: i still miss you.


edit but i do have a tremendous amount of belief in self-love for myself all.