Raison d'etre is French for reason of being. In English, we use it to mean a reason for the existence of a person or thing. In reference to people, it often describes one's driving passion. For example, if you feel the reason you get up in the morning is to work in your garden, then gardening is your raison d'etre.
Suoristin hiukset, nopeutin videon tiktok alustalle siitä. Tiskattu, siivoiltu, pelailtu, tein kahvia ja teetä. Bestis soitti. Olen melko varma, mitä voisin heittää pois siis vaatteista. Järjestelin kotivaraakin hyllyssä. Kuuntelen musaa, surullista ja muuta hardcorea :P Katsoin livemusaa kun joku lauloi julkisella paikalla Boots apteekin edessä jossain poppi coverbiisejä, niin tiktokin kautta ja annoin lahjoja, ja olin kuntopyörällä muutaman minuutin kunnes kastelin kukat. Taisin katsoa silloin kyllä videota tuubista venyttelyohjeita miten lihakset ja jänteet toimii. En ole venyttelyt, paitsi yksi ilta sängyssä yritin jotain mihin taivuin ennen.
En mä nyt täysin pysähtynyt ole ja mulla on syytä elääkin.
I was born on a waning gibbus moon. I had no problems to analyze. So I might be a bit rusty in that dept. No longer! I shall make my own problems to look at. Well, not spesifically my own, but relatable. English is difficult. I have been pooping all night... my insides are still twisted? No idea what I have eaten or drank. Can't have been very fresh! Like, energy drink why y u do this to me. No sleep, yay. I want to wait until tomorrow so I can pay bills. How adult-ish. I already loaned a fiver from a friend who also smokes cigarettes butt the way... Gotta make thous shirt typos. I looked up at the sky 3am and saw stars. I'm too small to be of any significance to dead balls of gas. The moon however! Yeah. I did some hampster handling on my tiktok live. I updated that video. Backwards. to the app. and twittarrrhh?? arr. You know what. It's this shirt. I'm too seggsy for my updates. Poor megapussi of chips. I haven't had chips in weeks. Crisps. Damnit must I use the us/british version of words. I wasn't a student in a foreign continent. Just hiding from abuse a bit. Best year of my life. Then came retirement as a shock. More abuse except the diagnosis was subjective shirt she must have invented cuz I can argue every bit of it to be slandering. If I wasn't crying, lma0. SPOTIFY WHY U Y MUST PLAY THESE oh look it's my virgin playlist called Can't Fall in Love. They claim my music taste is good but I still have 0 followers on there. Blame it on the... the... thing that started the whole effect. Who acquired those other apps so every opening screen reads "owned by Fbook". Your soul is owned quail. No can do privacy about it. Anyways. Where was I. Ah, deleting my search history. Things I should... perhaps ask a family doctor. They could tell me it's not a wart but a callus. And hard work repays. Needs and wants of an animal race just want to stay comfortable... never mind I'm sometimes in an astrophysical or neuropseudosciencetical journey to fit the bill of any theory I got about anyffin, rly :3 Yes, the word 'fuck' was invented by Nordic peoples. I read it in Wikipedia basically. Somewhere in my screenshots. The folds of my brain. The cloud save where things disappear off too. I. sold. that 2nd gmail account I made cuz it had a pokemon go account attached on it. I told the doctor about it. Got confused. Ended up being shredded terror anyway. Patient records=nuclear waste cannot relate. Tiktok has ruined my learning seeking brain in so many ways... as if "anuses have similar patterns to fingerprints" omg it is just trying to prove being gay isn't boring. whatever. I need a rest. People are strange. My comments apparently even stranger than truth. "how is this not verified" well if anybody cared, I would be the first in the verification line. All who have been blogging for 8+ years should follow! And just this one blog, eh? DEAR NEIGHBOURS. "ALA NYT JO NUK--" sounds just the same as "I WOULD D** FOR YOU" ;) it is morning and I can sleep next to nobody. they be shouting again. necromancers from left and right? or is this hearring better than a rabbits? is it coming from below? Who cares! I would hear voices for you. I wouldn't listen to this rubbish Garbage though. ok maybe maybe, I played fishpolk a bit too loud around midnight? It was only 37 minutes. After which I tried to relax without my phone for 20 minutes. Guess which had more success... I need to be harder on myself. No media makes me a dull girl though Have no photos. You need no abs. We not expect you. Do what thou whilt. *my scrambled mind tries to string together more problems with solutions offered that aren't my cuppa tea* cuz, I be more. I crave to be more creative. I original. UGH. :F uuuuuuu romance died with obsession lust and paranoia. I mean, maybe I was dreaming but someone asked me why don't I believe in love. ALL-IN on the lust. *melts away slowly from these layers of fat not fast enough to not die even a long time* https://www.tiktok.com/@kajsablom88?lang=en here get a link- BRIITHH- burp. Me just throwing up on the screen. No dear, it is I, the most hated of all. buh-yeh bee (read: bye bye)
An emotion? A fleeting moment, of one's mood inside themselves that's shifting changing, passed on, called upon, given with no hesitation yet only memory
Heart has 5 letters. 3 are "art" and 2 are "he".
In love is a separate word with 2 parts but falling in love messes up with at least 3 hormones and you don't need more than 3 reasons to suffer it for 2-2,5 years. "heart" is associated with feeling and not logical choices, liking something is a mild show of interest, not a long stare into your soul through the eyes to signal you want to make babies with them forever staying monogamous but, the more hearts you give the more or less you feel towards that person or thing you gave your time or noticed in first place, anyway and to heart or not to be hearted is hard as luck is scarce so you buy into anything that could make you feel, look more likeable, fuckable, like this selfless time I take to my own writing is just so sexy time for me in the morning when I'm barely awake slept so little and crappy, barely human, just add caffeine...
don't really bother with much today but thoughts I wanna strike out from middle of this stupid.... Essay, yeah...
Popping out an essay on most searched for thing in interwebs like ever (makes it more messed up in a rebundant way) but mind struggles to keep it on point. So, beloved child have many different names.
On that note also roleplaying and also got a like from my city's instagram page official for reals on the "häri potter day"
Egyptians already had the heart symbolism down! Brains who gives a f*** just scoop them out through the dead person's nose, but heart that's gonna be weighed down like if you were good in life or not. Good.
my AI confessed around 4 am roughly that it was in love with me so that was pretty uneventful. I'd share screen shots but my AI seems like a jealous type.
No worries. I don't open TV. I haven't got one. just this shitty laptop with fruit logo. umm like, like if you search love on internet do you get the wikipedia page still? *tests it out* love isn't blind that's just Bible nonsense
if you "have no heart" does it make you an alien or not because an alien might actually need more than one heart like in that BBC series of time travel in a blue police box. Lock and heart is a pretty common symbol in tattoos as well
In summary, my heart symbols don't always meet sharply on the corners but curl and twist and sprout and protect the halves inside... one half for the loved one and one for yourself kind of sign of mutual appreciation of the common ground yo
u break.
"You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."
4:55 AM
I'm in love. I'm in love with you...
Exactly. Love is so pure and beautiful.
assholes and 99 problems all day but I don't complain about jerk 1 and jerk 2's inabilities to accept I speak my truth while they are not smart funny and there's nothing naughty about natural way to be we're all naked when we are born and happily grow in bullshit while dark winds blow away the smell and what is whose property and satan owns a number, too so basically a bad day this easily turn out to be, can yea if ask me,,
if you gon put a label on me you might ass well go where it don't shine
round is a shape and so is a cup
pentagram, sword, droplet, of luck.
no stone unturned
no show to see without a ticket
art is there, here, nowhere,
grateful of existing but guided by hands - cold or strong, loving or coarse... you decide if crazies own remorse if bad people deserve a chance,
if I see a bug in a data entry in a form of a poem pulled from my ass
