@chudbabies.bsky.social

there's literally nowhere for me to connect online, nowhere to connect i.r.l.
Yeah, this premise, "then you'll have to connect with your imagination in writing," is so absurd when suffering such extremes of cognitive dissonance from gas-lighting.
so frustrating.

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第一の手記.

第一の手記.

@talesofmacabre.bsky.social

the snow seemed like a dirty bandage hiding the open wounds of the city, hiding those irregular gashes of haphazard streets and tortuous alleys, courtyards and occasional plots of bare ground, that form the only beauty to be found in the panorama of our

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girls be like (bot)

girls be like (bot)

@girlsbelike.bsky.social

Girls be like:

About half an hour after we had received Mrs. Harker’s telegram, there came a quiet, resolute knock at the hall door. It was just an ordinary knock, such as is given hourly by thousands of gentlemen, but it made the Professor’s heart and mine beat loudly. We looked at each o...

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