February 2012
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i just want a fat little pug to sit here on my bed with me while i’m being moody and don’t want to talk to anyone but simultaneously don’t feel like being alone.
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i had two seperate dreams last night in which both my cat and my dad died. i hated it because those are two of my favorite living things and about the only things i’d actually be sad losing. and then for the rest of the day i always have this sense of mourning lingering around after i have dreams like that. i know they’re not dead i can see that but my dream made me feel like they were...
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