Then it hit me: an above-average amount of rain was predicted in the forecast for the next day. This explained why all the elders were out in droves at 11am. They needed at least 24 hours to prepare for, you know, the rain. Nesting isn’t just a thing experienced by expectant moth...
my passions are part of me, my whole self is already a perfectly imperfect whole. My worth is not definable or quantifiable. I don’t have to try to be better, I have to try to do less work to impress everyone who thinks their opinion of me matters more than my inner sense of ...
A universal redux version of my Meteor attempt at Words with Friends (online scrabble). - words-with-strangers-redux/input_words.txt at master · joshwcomeau/words-with-strangers-redux
Sure we have the least exciting flag, but a few key insights for me have been: my affinity with other bisexuals (we justgeteach other, weseeeach other); the recognition that my desire does not transcend gender, but rather, is for all the genders (so many! I love them all! So hot!
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