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if you go into the unicorn tag on Tumblr, one of the suggested tags is rainbow. #my life
there is nothing romantic about
- not knowing you’re beautiful
- loving someone until they learn to love themselves
please stop romanticizing low self esteem.
it’s one thing to love a person who happens to have low self esteem
it’s another thing to frame low self esteem as a desirable trait.
oh, wow, good point. yikes. there is a difference between low self-esteem and modesty, or low self-esteem and shyness, but still. this should be noted.
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awake, because I slept all day, because getting out of bed meant facing all the things I’m scared of.
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We are all googling our name origins for fun and I never really thought about the fact that my first name comes from Alice and essentially means “Little Alice.”
the mediocre gatsby
the decent wall of china
the ok depression
The mildly interesting barrier reef
somewhat fulfilled expectations.
alexander the good enough
the average and feeble Oz
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After googling some symptoms I’ve experienced, I uncover several people who have the same thing. Summary of their possible explanations:
2. anxiety / panic attacks
4. i’m psychic
5. i’m receiving messages from God
so, you know. pretty standard.
(I joke because I’m scared, but don’t worry just yet)
I just randomly discovered a document saved on my computer containing a description of a dream I had in 2009. I no longer have any actual recollection of the dream except for some of the parts described at the very end (the car thing), so it’s cool that I typed it out after it happened. It’s kind of dumb, but still interesting. The “you” addressed in the text is Levi Throckmorton (I sent it to him after writing it). He is quite tall in real life. BTW, the car thing is a very common trope in my dreams. For my whole life, I’ve dreamed about being in a car that misbehaves, or I forget how to drive, etc.
It seemed that you and I and some other people were attending my elementary school (I dream about that place a lot) and waiting to be picked up from school in the carpool line. We were not, however, elementary school aged. At some point, everybody there broke out into a choreographed dance routine, resembling Thriller. You and I didn’t know the dance as well as everyone else seemed to. Your excuse was that you had never ridden a school bus. After that I was having an argument with some guy about the evolution of rock music. I turned to you for help and discovered that you were hiding in a file folder in a box I was carrying. How did you fit in there? I have no idea.
Next part is less interesting but still weird…The scene changed at some point and we were on top of some building looking down at something like a playground, where an event was being held that was either a reenactment of pre- Civil War times or a 1920s party. I remember a large gazebo that was made out of cake. There was also a stack of several copies of a book, which was authored by a relative of yours. I don’t know if this person was present. But then another relative, maybe your aunt, showed up to (finally) pick you up from school. She stuck around and talked to me, even though you never actually introduced her to me, which was rude.
Somewhere in here, I had a conversation with Ben Stutts about having a 1920s themed mixer.
I realized that no one was going to pick me up from school, and before I could ask your aunt for a ride, you two were gone. Then I realized I had a car. But after I got in my car, it started behaving quite strangely. It went in reverse when I had it in drive, and it accelerated when I tried to brake. Before I could realize what it was doing, I crashed backwards into a wall or something at a very high speed. The car exploded and pieces flew everywhere, and…this is the best part…I flew into the air and into the SKY and I was transformed into some kind of Nintendo game controller that had wings. And then YOU appeared in the sky as well, also as a game controller with wings! You were yellow. THE END
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