Leather Boots & Princess Lace🌟 @sensitiveinferno@octodon.social
🌟 she/her 🌟 washington, dc 🌟 pan 🌟 smol 🌟 reads 🌟 writes 🌟 sews 🌟 concerts 🌟 sci-fi 🌟 fantasy 🌟 horror 🌟 robots 🌟anime 🌟fibro 🌟 anxiety 🌟 depression 🌟
Another #introduction in pictures.
Go ahead and assume whatever you want about me.
https://octodon.social/media/tgRKY90tkXwf8ELG52Y
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🎵On good days I am charming as fuck🎵
Some weekends I wake up and my body and my feelings are just like "nope."
This is one of those weekends.
Living that working full time while suffering from chronic pain life.
Mary Pickford was pretty...
also she has a cool tomb
Another #introduction in pictures.
Go ahead and assume whatever you want about me.
https://octodon.social/media/tgRKY90tkXwf8ELG52Y
https://octodon.social/media/En-L5rbXq3fAatthn3U
Do any of you like j-pop? I have a song stuck in my head, but I can't quite remember the lyrics enough to Google it, so what's in my head is the tune and the voice. It's fast, old, and I think it's Ayumi Hamasaki. I wish I could remember so that I could go buy the damn song and end my misery, lol.
🎵Never thought we'd get old, maybe we're still young
Maybe we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I've been missing what it's about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We've come so far
I guess I'm proud
And I ain't worried about the wrinkles 'round my smile
I've got some scars
I've been around
I've felt some pain, I've seen some things, but I'm here now
Those good old days🎵
As sort of a follow up to my last toot, I just got gobsmacked by how much I miss the way things used to be. Like I'm mourning the good old days. And I'm sure everyone does this to an extent, but my brain takes it to a dark place. And it's not like anything specific from the past, just a feeling. I threw away all of my old journals because I figured that if I couldn't remember it on my own, then it wasn't worth remembering. I still believe that.
Something I just realized, is that traditions usually start without meaning to. Like when my best friend lived far (but even farther now) when she visited, me, her, and our other best friend would end up sleeping in the same room. Two in the bed, one on the floor. My husband even realized this and would sleep on the couch when the three of us were together. We never said anything aloud, but it's like our time was too precious to even say "goodnight" & sleep elsewhere. And thus it went for years.
🎵On good days I am charming as fuck🎵
I don't have any reason to post, I just got super jazzed to see a Scrooge McDuck emoji.
