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quitting my job to be a full time upstairs neighbor. bowling balls are in the mail as we speak

it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that

"lover" and "beloved" are such beautiful words to me. sometimes I just sit and think about them and it gives me this elated feeling. the passion. the useful lack of gendering. the way they fit together like a little set. the antiquated elegance. lover. beloved. beloved. BELOVED. lover. beloved

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here