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A walking study in demonology. Engineer. Cinephile. Astrophotographer. Anarchist. Infosec. Powerlifter. Horror Enthusiast. Screenwriter. Pug mother. Can leg press an adult bull moose. Jeff VanderMeer stan. She/Her
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A TENDER HEART - Annette suffers from dissociative amnesia and unfortunately for her charming Tinder date, who has his own nefarious intentions, she’s starting to solve the puzzle of her past.
→ She sits on the fleor, hands in her lap as it looms before her like a womb; dark and tepic
Something drips onto the pale yellow linoleum tile as the Annette sits in a trancelike state
fingers twitching.
"Did you eat it?" Her mother's voice is panicked, she shakes Annette until her teeth rattle. Her mother had been preparing rabbit stew, and had asked Annette to chop vegetables when it happened.
Annette had been chopping carrots when her fingers had started to tingle as if she'd
stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. The spasms were subtle at first, but as the scent of the roasting rabbit intensified, her vision blurred, and the buzzing from the barn returned, filling her mind with static like her body was stuck in an in-between place, where something angry and wild writhed beneath her skin, desperate to be free. If she just relented control, if she just relaxed her grip on the knife, and let her body melt, meld, fall apart and reform..
Annette was jerked back to reality by her mother's palm cracking across her cheek. Her mother, her gentle, sweet mother, was on her knees in front of Annette, wild-eyed and sobbing, begging Annette to come back to her; as if she were a vapour instead of a twelve year old girl.
"What happened?" Annette asked dazed, her gaze unfocused, body limp as if she'd run
a marathon. Her's mother's resounding silence permeated the room like a thick smoke, filling even the smallest cracks and crevices with nothingness.
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Later that night when Annette is in bed, her heart races as she recalls the tantalizing
scent of the roasting rabbit simmering in broth, and a wave of adrenaline washes over her so intense that she swoons. Taking a deep breath, her vision blurs as she tries to focus on the tiny imperfections on her bedroom ceiling; the little divots, a yellowing water stain, a long abandoned spider's web.
Her mother hadn't answered her earlier in the kitchen, but it was clear by the guilty silence that followed her question that she knew what wa…
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Getting my favourite equation tattooed on my titty tomorrow!

good night 😴
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I truly believe with all of my heart that we are going to win ❤️
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“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.”
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"We have an economy where a handful of modern-day robber barons wield extraordinary power. They hold enormous control over our paychecks, our bills, our time, and our futures.

...But the good news is that nothing about any of this is inevitable." - Lina Khan
Lina Khan on stage at the podium
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lmao it’s so awful but I bought it and I’m finishing it.
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I tried “Jacked Factory” creatine in Cherry Limeade flavour and it is perhaps the foulest shit I have ever tasted.
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I can’t like this again but I do love it!
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The scream I made when she whipped the lipstick out.
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No too busy making sure Bean doesn’t eat foliage.
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I love late afternoon fall walks. So beautiful!
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“She would show up looking like a forever 21 employee and then murder 15 people.”

This is hysterically funny.
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I definitely do not want 11k followers.
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I remember changing the desktop wallpaper on this terrible server to a drawing from paint where I scribbled “GONNA KMS” in pink lettering and a guy in Toronto connected to it, pinged me, and asked if I’d been on that server 💀
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Why not just sleep under bricks
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I’m going to kms
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If anyone needs me I will be in the museum, lying down next to the bog bodies.
Did people really memorize phone numbers before cell phones, or is that just a movie thing?
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I was watching some old shows from the 90s and noticed people would just dial numbers from memory - like they'd call their friends or family without looking anything up.
Made me wonder if that was actually normal back then? Did people genuinely have all their important numbers memorized, or did most folks keep a little address book or written list nearby?