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January 24th, 2020


[info]pediatrician
[info]dunhavenic

[info]pediatrician
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[info]pediatrician
[info]dunhavenic
WHO: Gideon Fischer & Embry Marshall
WHEN: July 2016
WHERE: Their Loft
SUMMARY: Unexpected Confessions and Future Planning
WARNINGS: None!
BINGO: Big Storm Episode, Lap Pillow

''It took me a long time to even believe I knew what love really was again.'' )

[info]negativespace
[info]dunhavenic

[info]negativespace
[info]dunhavenic


[info]negativespace
[info]dunhavenic
January term ends on the 29th. In theory, this should be no surprise if you've been studying for your final.

Someone a great deal cooler than me informed me that a lot of you use Instagram to communicate. As someone with a perpetual allergy to social media of any kind (read: snobbery), what will having an Instagram account provide me that having a social media "journal" on this platform can't?

More specifically, I left Facebook due to my inability to keep myself from making acquaintances' great aunts cry over their terrible political opinions. Am I going to have to fight any of you on Instagram? Am I going to be approached by someone working from home who thinks I'd be a great fit for the bottom segment of a pyramid scheme? How are the privacy settings? For those of you still in school: is Instagram sufficiently uncool enough that none of my students are on it?

Thank you for any information you can provide.

[info]swoleregard
[info]dunhavenic

[info]swoleregard
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[info]swoleregard
[info]dunhavenic
one glass of wine too many has me all ~philosophical~ and crap. has anyone considered that these dreams are just some kind of punishment? like we're in some kind of fucked up mental limbo and that's why we just get to relive the same bullshit we already went through once in our actual lives? because i'm not a religious girl but fuck if that doesn't sound like some kind of divine comedy.

not that everyone's dreaming life is the same as this one and all. i mean, mine isn't even a total copy. just, you know, the really shitty parts because why wouldn't it be like that, right?