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9 days ago
Current What if I need a big tiddy goth, not therapy?
14 days ago
Hot take, but I'll allow it.
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14 days ago
Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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22 days ago
Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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1 mo ago
In that case, *I* am looking for six men to sacrifice.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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I'm starting the journey of re-playing the Halo series from start to finish.
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I like sour candy. Sour skittles being my favorite.

Or the gummy warheads. Or maybe its the warheads hard candy. Depends on my mood.
My father actually used to work at an oil change. Yesterday he told me that they typically blow out the air filters and that doing this sometimes allows for trash to get into a certain part of the engine. (I can't remember what it's called). Apparently their boss told them to do it even though it was bad for the car. Said boss owns an oil change, mechanic shop, and an inspection/tire service, as well as a car wash. So yeah, he used to make all of his employees do shady shit to force them into using his other services more or less.

Moral of the story: Don't blow out your air filter. Change the bitch.
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Also, none of that includes a fact about me, so here's one: While they leave good tips, old drunk guys that come in and look me up and down like a piece of fresh meat make me feel icky.
I've had a very stressful day.

I currently wish to roll up in a cacoon of blankets, be cuddled, have my hair played with and listen to the sounds of the storm outside as I drift off into a blissful sleep.

Buuuuuutttt..... it's to hot to be a sushi roll and the S.O.'s head hurts, so he passed out early. Insomnia never let's me sleep. So in short? I get none of these things. ;-;
I'm really insecure about my body -- like really insecure.

There's thousands of outfits or articles of clothing that I have put back or am to scared to even buy, much less wear or try out, because of said insecurities. I know it sounds stupid, but my whole life I've sort of had the idea of 'thin is beautiful' pounded into my head. I call myself fat, when in retrospect I'm what people call thick? Idk. I think I'm fat. Thick didn't even exist until like last year that I know of. I guess I criticize myself so much that my mind has tricked itself into thinking that everyone else does to upon meeting/seeing me.
@Dervish Those are some pretty words.
So you guys know how I said I wanted to be a surgeon?

Well. I still do.

However, I cannot afford the college debt, so I will be going for nursing instead. Perhaps I'll save money while doing that and level up. Either way, I will get to be in the medical field, which is what I truly want.
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