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bryonyashaw · 6 months

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"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 5𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵; 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵.”

In modern times it's now a day where we watch fireworks, take blurry photos in the dark, eat hot dogs (or in this years scenario - fish and chips or jacket potato and beans) and throw a fake "Guy" on a giant bonfire but the reason for all this is The Gunpowder Plot!

Text below taken from https://www.britannica.com/topic/Guy-Fawkes-Day

"Led by conspirators like Robert Catesby, who were zealous Roman Catholics enraged at King James I for refusing to grant greater religious tolerance to Catholics. They planned to blow up the Houses of Parliament (Palace of Westminster) during the state opening of Parliament, intending to kill the king and members of Parliament in order to clear the way to reestablishing Catholic rule in England. The plan failed when the conspirators were betrayed. One of them, Guy Fawkes, was taken into custody the evening before the attack, in the cellar where the explosives to be used were stashed. The other conspirators were all either killed resisting capture or—like Fawkes—tried, convicted, and executed. In the aftermath, Parliament declared November 5 a national day of thanksgiving, and the first celebration of it took place in 1606.

Today Guy Fawkes Day is celebrated in the United Kingdom, and in a number of countries that were formerly part of the British Empire, with parades, fireworks, bonfires, and food. Straw effigies of Fawkes are tossed on the bonfire, as are—in more recent years in some places—those of contemporary political figures. Traditionally, children carried these effigies, called “Guys,” through the streets in the days leading up to Guy Fawkes Day and asked passersby for “a penny for the guy,” often reciting rhymes associated with the occasion, the best known of which dates from the 18th century.

Fireworks, a major component of most Guy Fawkes Day celebrations, represent the explosives that were never used by the plotters."

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sunnydice · 8 months

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blacklisting tags is the best decision i ever made in my damn life idk why i was torturing myself enduring shit i Didn't Want To See In The First Place. just for some damn disorder? BEGONE WITH THEE!!!!!

#huri.txt #d*blr PSYCHIC BLAST💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥(I HATE YOU)#skk GET OUT OF HERE💥 (just tired of seeing them rlly so their blast is considerably smaller :] more like a sparkler really if anything)

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bestdamnpodcast · 1 year

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#bonfirenight #bonfire #sparklers💥 #sparklers #family #familynight #familytime (at Cincinnati) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn-s4LfMnRn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bonfirenight #bonfire #sparklers💥#sparklers #family #familynight #familytime

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vehrabells · 3 months

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Sparklers ! 💥💣

Cherri taking care of Frank.

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chainemails · 11 months

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Happy fWHOREth of July 🇺🇸💥 my fellow SLUTTY 🍆💦 AmeriCUNTS! 🇺🇸😂 On this day 📅 in 1️⃣7️⃣7️⃣6️⃣, the DADDIES 👴🏻🍆 of our nation 🇺🇸 got DRIPPY 💦💦 together & signed 📝 the Declaration of IndependSEX, 🇺🇸👉👌 breaking away 💔 from those COCK BLOCKING 🚫🍆❌ Brits 🇬🇧☕️ & giving us our 🙌 freedom 🙌 to FUCK! 🍆🍑💦 So grab those 💥 sparklers 💥 & start LICKIN 👅💦 some BUTTHOLES 🍑 good ol AMERICAN style! 🇺🇸💦 SHOOT ↗️🎉 your LOAD 🍆💦 of 💥 fireworks 💥 off, FLOP ⤵️ those BIG ASS 🍑 John HanCOCK 🍆🌭 WEINERS 🌭 on the grill, 🍳 & wave 👋 the 🌟 Star SPANKING 🍑👏 Banner, 🇺🇸 praising 🙌 the red 🔴, WHITE ⚪️💦 & blue! 🔵 Send ➡️ this to 1️⃣0️⃣ PATRIOTIC PUSSIES 🇺🇸😹 or you won't 🚫 get Lady Liberty's 🗽 GREEN TITS 🗽 in your face tonight! 😭 Get 3️⃣ back & you're a 🇺🇸 Ben FrankCLIT LICKER 👅💦 Get 5️⃣ back & you're a 🇺🇸 John PennIS SUCKER 🍆🍆 Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back & you're the 🇺🇸 Thomas JefferSUCC SLUT QUEEN 🍆💦👑

#chainmail #chain mail #chain email #chain texts

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lil-cherubim · 5 months

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💀💣💥 Festival of Doom 💀💣💥✨️

[Or escaped old birdman admiring his volatile sparklers]

[Have I posted this here already? I cant find it. oh welp]

#dsmp fanart #dsmp #dsmp doomsday #doomsday #philza fanart #philza minecraft #art #philza #angel of death #fanart #philza mcyt #mcyt fanart

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deltagoodrems · 1 month

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deltagoodrem: 🔥💥 Fire, sparklers, sequins and music. celebrating in style last night with @ chemistwarehouseaus 🫶🏻

#delta goodrem #social media #2023 #november 25

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wonderfullwonderfull · 11 months

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Happy fWHOREth of July 🇺🇸💥 my fellow SLUTTY 🍆💦 AmeriCUNTS! 🇺🇸😂 On this day 📅 in 1️⃣7️⃣7️⃣6️⃣, the DADDIES 👴🏻🍆 of our nation 🇺🇸 got DRIPPY 💦💦 together & signed 📝 the Declaration of IndependSEX, 🇺🇸👉👌 breaking away 💔 from those COCK BLOCKING 🚫🍆❌ Brits 🇬🇧☕️ & giving us our 🙌 freedom 🙌 to FUCK! 🍆🍑💦 So grab those 💥 sparklers 💥 & start LICKIN 👅💦 some BUTTHOLES 🍑 good ol AMERICAN style! 🇺🇸💦 SHOOT ↗️🎉 your LOAD 🍆💦 of 💥 fireworks 💥 off, FLOP ⤵️ those BIG ASS 🍑 John HanCOCK 🍆🌭 WEINERS 🌭 on the grill, 🍳 & wave 👋 the 🌟 Star SPANKING 🍑👏 Banner, 🇺🇸 praising 🙌 the red 🔴, WHITE ⚪️💦 & blue! 🔵 Send ➡️ this to 1️⃣0️⃣ PATRIOTIC PUSSIES 🇺🇸😹 or you won’t 🚫 get Lady Liberty’s 🗽 GREEN TITS 🗽 in your face tonight! 😭 Get 3️⃣ back & you’re a 🇺🇸 Ben FrankCLIT LICKER 👅💦 Get 5️⃣ back & you’re a 🇺🇸 John PennIS SUCKER 🍆🍆 Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back & you’re the 🇺🇸 Thomas JefferSUCC SLUT QUEEN 🍆💦👑

#196 #ruleposting #rule #fourth of july

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moonillfated · 5 months

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✩░▒▓▆ 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▆▓▒░✩

"'Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity, a small price I'll pay to see that you're happy. Forget all the disappointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in." 🚬

Or; Two rockstars talk about constellations, trash polka, and sparklers that smell of fake IDs & leftover cereal.

☆ Merry X-Mas @raggedy-dxctor

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There's a buzzing stuck under Corin's skin, electric and charged. Somehow, he thinks while his blood rushes with glitter missiles, it never gets old to feel this whizzing rush after a performance. Sharp, tangy citrus clings to his hair - pomelo soda whose sparkling bubbles wet his hazel locks, excitement forces you to spill a whole juice can at the final vocal pitch of Puppy Love. Somehow, even though sour acid of tonic makes his eyes burn, he blinks evenly against the flashing spotlights. Mirth, sequins- there's leopard print beneath that makes his knees buckle, his nose twitch. Dressed in primary colors and geometric spangles, 'you look like a fruitloop' says a cocky voice, slight smokers rasp. For a hot minute he's in on a different stage, between nicotine, blueberry rum rinsed leather - standing like a gunslinger or gargoyle with razor lyrics.

More neon beams onto his sweaty face as he closes his eyes, simply bathing in whatever syrupy vapor decides to float his way. All sorts of gifts are thrown at him, flowers and clothing articles - the cheers of the crowd fade into a low hum, like fireflies or the static of a boombox. And he can't help but grin, alive and lungs full of candid fog that creeps put of the machine. Tounge stained with mandarin cough drops, Corin blows a playful kiss at his audience and waves. He smells the acetone of his neatly applied nail polish on his curled fist around the microphone. Lights drop like molten gold from the ceiling of the backdrop, cheap, popsicle wrapper tattoos line his arms - rhinestone stickers, he's pretty sure specks of a glowstick are jumbled with his freckles, like the briolette, kandi bracelets wrapped around his wrists.

"Thank you everyone, for coming tonight!" Corin shouts, beaming at the loud screaming he gets in return. A flamingo platform with a number - like watching surfing videos. Transparent ballyhoos hug and wrench him to remain longer, pleading for encores or just a little chat. It warms his heart that so many individuals love his gigs, how lionized and feted he felt upon stepping up that familiar vinyl. He skips down the steps, grinning softly when his managers and team shove a bottle of fresh water into his sweaty palms. He poured his soul into every single note, made sure to swallow melodies like cinnamon whiskey. There's a hand on his shoulder, a pat from his drummer and member compliments, air clinging heavy to tunes, reluctant to let them dwindle into oblivion. He peeks behind the curtains at the swaying sea of bodies still raw, full of energy, faces blurred into flushed cheeks and mascara striped tears. Corin snickers, perks his sticky lips, and dissappears behind the seashell curved amphitheater before his supervisors can even realize he's gone.

He has never snuck out as a teenager before, but Milo described the thrill of breaking patterns, busted knuckles, and scatterbrained limericks he wrote on license plates. He rummages through his messy suitcase and pulls out the patched, shearling aviator bomber. He steps over setlists, ginger ale cans, tinsel - nearly trips and breaks his nose. It feels tipsy to tip-toe across the dressing room, still high on cologne and adrenaline, helium miasma, sonic bubbles. He just needs to manage to slip past unseen, a little shadow in denim and disco, guided by nothing but the distant flicker of an exit sign.

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It's rare their schedules mix, allign. Scuffed, road-worn converse tap along the cool pavement. He curses, pulls his jacket a bit tighter, and hisses through his teeth. Thankfully, Corin didn't have any unfortunate run-ins with fans that yanked at the chainlink fences behind the vents. He did see all the posters with out of pocket messages, camera clicks from paparazzi. Slowly, the moon winks at him behind the tattered clouds, twinkles of metal halides, traffic poles - he allows himself the freedom to pick up a penny. The spot they agreed to meet up at is not far away from his concert location, down the alley and up the main subway road. Tyres reek of blistering rubber, he hears them before he notices the black Trans Am pull up beside him - bronze firebird bastard.

He stops, crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. The driver of the old timer brings his vehicle to a low, gravelly bellow. Once he comes to a halt, rolling down his tinted window, the ebony haired male at the wheel lulls his head to the rim. "Get in." He instructs, scratchy, husky - eyes zipping to his rear view mirror. And he does, all too comfortable and familiar. The seats are cold, worn surfaces that have him scooting further inside until he settles snugly into the passanger spot. It smells of remote Septembers, tobacco, parrafin paint, and horror movie nights. All of a sudden, he is ten and in New Jersey, there's a boy with a bruise on his jaw and he is the only person who approaches the snaggle-toothed delinquent. Now he sits with the same man, looking at his inked limbs that he remembers patching up one too many times, gauze, bandaids.

"Did anyone see ya'?" And there's playfulness to the question, eager and bone crushing. He rolls his brown eyes, going to turn up the radio as Milo hurries up the roaring car. It swerves almost lazily. "I wouldn't be here if someone did, idiot." Corin flops his head against the rest and glances at his friend waggish, pure - of course the younger male refuses to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his stare, drifting his icy orbs, illuminating diodes. There's no riposte, no jab or snarky comment. Even though he was fully expecting one back, it's surprisingly nice to bathe in silence that will never feel awkward. Jumping out of his skin, the spikes of the tallers cufflinks graze his bare knees through the rips, holes of his baggy jeans. A few creative vulgar phrases later and fidgeting with the glove box, he slams the compartment hard until it pops open. Puzzled, he observes the cluttered drawer, not bothering to catch the fallen zippo or dice keychain.

"Grab that shit for me, would ya'?" He doesn't get what first, but one tattooed finger points at a cardboard container. He reaches and takes it - Blockbuster Sparklers, he steals a bounty bar too. Comics, epipen and cellophane, altoid mints and cash. It's all so chaotic but neat at the same time, Corin scoffs at the british branded hinge-lid packs of burning cancer on top of a guitar chip pouch, Woodbine. "This?" He holds it up, dangling the white case to make sure he didn't mix it up with a cigarette receptacle. Milo nods curtly, abrubtly cutting a serrated corner to escape the bustling gridlock so they get out of the city hub faster. He shuffles a bit to regain his position and shoots an offended glare at the pale bassist. "Still can't believe you're legally allowed to drive." To prove the point, he veers his beloved vintage car more promptly down a busy boulevard.

"I will file a lawsuit, in case you forgot we're both kind of famous." Milo gives him a look, annoyed and snide. Corin huffs as he peels open his chocolate and bites a mouth full of creamy coconut. It's only ten minutes more until he parks by an abandoned warehouse, always the same, empty lot by the toyons, where the meter maids never check. It's impressive how well he knew the Los-Angeles streets, every lane, crescent. Ceasing their bickering for later, the lead vocalist and shredder both leave Milo's ride to tackle the vacant depot. Vandalized graffiti masonry, ivy shrouded walls that coil all the way up towards the flat roof. He fiddles with the keys and locks the car with a dramatic jingle, confident, arrogant even. Fishnet sleeves, biker jersey with random pins he most likely pocketed off of his devotees, Corin follows the flashy M sewed onto his lanky back - not being able to resist shoving him.

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If there's one thing Corin never expected to do, it's to associate torrid smoke with home, to make his toes curl. It clings in the late night, summer breeze and roves, tangles with the scent of rotten heat. He takes a sip of his capri sun, plops a fourth haribo sour worm, and inches just a tad closer to the slates to watch all the town's flickering lustre. "Deneb is such a fuckin' diva." He hears Milo grumble, puffing out a cloud of toxins.

"Deneb?" He asks, chewing the pink and yellow gummy. His friend drones, taking a deep drag. He raises his pointer, chipped black. "That guy." Following his directions to see a cluster of stars that spiral like a bird, wings spread and twinkling. "A real show stopper." Apparently he was an astrologer too, not just a lavish strummer. Corin never payed attention to constellations much, nor did he openly research their names and shapes. This one however was exactly like Milo said, a peacock amongst the vast midnight blue. "Takes one to know one." He nudges his side light-heartedly, laughing, alive and full of holograms, singapore sling with too much pineapple. It glistens just as he gets a punch delivered to his shoulder, exactly with the clenched hand decorated in trash polka designs - some crimson, obsidian calligraphy and ravens.

"Shut the fuck up and hand me the firecrackers." He pops another candy into his mouth and hands him the dangerous toys. Milo rubs out his coffin nail onto the bricks, it sizzles and dissolves into a pile of rutilant ashes. Corin holds his one out and waits till the other lights it, gasoline and blaze, until it crackles wickedly against the thin skin of his hands like popping kerosene. He's twelve again, for the second time after his tiring show, in prep school - on the creaking laminate of their gym. A boy with a grumpy sneer, bleeding nose, another kid with granola bars and Alcott's novel clutched firmly. A few years later, those same fingers hold a bowl of leftover cheerios, fake IDs, switchblades and rosaries. But right now, even with all the hectic work their lifestyles include, it's just two people breathing something rich, voltaic.

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megafreeman · 11 months

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Happy fWHOREth of July 🇺🇸💥 my fellow SLUTTY 🍆💦 AmeriCUNTS! 🇺🇸😂 On this day 📅 in 1️⃣7️⃣7️⃣6️⃣, the DADDIES 👴🏻🍆 of our nation 🇺🇸 got DRIPPY 💦💦 together & signed 📝 the Declaration of IndependSEX, 🇺🇸👉👌 breaking away 💔 from those COCK BLOCKING 🚫🍆❌ Brits 🇬🇧☕️ & giving us our 🙌 freedom 🙌 to FUCK! 🍆🍑💦 So grab those 💥 sparklers 💥 & start LICKIN 👅💦 some BUTTHOLES 🍑 good ol AMERICAN style! 🇺🇸💦 SHOOT ↗️🎉 your LOAD 🍆💦 of 💥 fireworks 💥 off, FLOP ⤵️ those BIG ASS 🍑 John HanCOCK 🍆🌭 WEINERS 🌭 on the grill, 🍳 & wave 👋 the 🌟 Star SPANKING 🍑👏 Banner, 🇺🇸 praising 🙌 the red 🔴, WHITE ⚪️💦 & blue! 🔵 Send ➡️ this to 1️⃣0️⃣ PATRIOTIC PUSSIES 🇺🇸😹 or you won’t 🚫 get Lady Liberty’s 🗽 GREEN TITS 🗽 in your face tonight! 😭 Get 3️⃣ back & you’re a 🇺🇸 Ben FrankCLIT LICKER 👅💦 Get 5️⃣ back & you’re a 🇺🇸 John PennIS SUCKER 🍆🍆 Get 1️⃣0️⃣ back & you’re the 🇺🇸 Thomas JefferSUCC SLUT QUEEN 🍆💦👑

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duehoneydew · 11 months

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gram3xssms · 11 months

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💥❇✨ firework and sparkler photo tips...

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hhawks · 2 years

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truly i didn't know what to expect but you still exceeded my expectations stevie. here is a kiss.

#i...#concierge ☎️#loves: sophie ♥︎

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lovemesomesurveys · 1 year

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[joybucket @ bzoink]

What song do you want played at your wedding? 💒 I have no idea, it’s not something I’ve thought about. I can’t even envision myself getting married.

List up to three things you own that have fringe on them. I don’t think I own anything with fringe.

What is one thing you've been waiting patiently for for quite some time? Well, I’m very impatient so I’ve been impatiently waiting to get better. It has been several years, so I think I’m justified in this case.

When was the last time you sat in front of a bonfire? 🔥🪵 It’s been a long time.

If you could meet any American Idol contestant (from any season), which one would you choose to meet? 🎤 Hmm, I’d say Kelly Clarkson, David Archuleta, or Adam Lambert.

If you could meet any American Idol judge (from any season), which one would you choose to meet? I guess Paula Abdul.

If you had to choose between competing on American Idol or on Fear Factor, which one would you choose, and why? Most definitely neither. I have zero singing talent and I’m not going to eat bugs or any other disgusting thing or do something scary.

Which name do you like best for a girl: Harmony or Harvest? Harvest. I love the name Autumn and I think Harvest is pretty, too.

What is your favorite type of oil? Olive oil and sandwich oil. Have you ever been anointed with oil? No.

Which do you like better: the smell of old books, or the smell of new books? I loveee the smell of old books.

Which smell do you like better: the smell of old books, or the smell of gasoline? 📚 ⛽️ I like the smell of gasoline as well, but the smell of old books still wins.

When was the last time you had a deep conversation with someone? My mom and I have those type of conversations quite often.

When was the last time you played with sparklers? 🥢💥 I have no idea.

What are three of the most painful things you have ever stepped on? Well, nothing since I’m a paraplegic and in a wheelchair.

What is something you have recently realized? I don’t know. There’s a lot I’ve realized for a long time and things continue to happen that only further support the realizations. What I do about them is the problem.

If you could study abroad for a year in a foreign country, which country do you think you would choose, and why? I wouldn’t do that. I’m sure it would be an amazing experience, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable or safe doing that alone.

What are three little things in life that you enjoy? Books, coffee, Reese’s.

If applicable, what song are you listening to right now? I’m not.

When was the last time you wore your hair up in a bun? Yesterday. My hair is now just barely long enough to put it up in a little bun, although strands of hair fall out in the back cause my hair is still so short.

If you could choose three US states to visit, which three states would you pick? Hawaii, New York, and Alaska.

Do you think you express yourself better in writing or out loud? >> I definitely express myself better in writing because I have the space and time to get my words together. this does not mean I always succeed in expressing myself well even in writing, because words are a fuck <<< I’d definitely say the same thing. It’s also the fact I’m not directly talking to someone, so even if someone reads my writing, I’m not talking face to face. If I sound like a rambling idiot, I don’t know they think that. Cause I definitely can ramble on and not always make sense in my writing, but it’s okay. I feel much more comfortable trying to express myself and letting my thoughts out in the written form than verbally.

What's the most amazing miracle you've ever witnessed? ✨ Life-threatening situations I had last year in the hospital that I miraculously, by the grace of God, survived. I’ve also witnessed His healing with things that once looked so hopeless without a good chance at all in healing.

Do you enjoy being home alone? I like having some time alone, but I like spending time with my brother and my mom. Or even if they’re in other rooms but they’re still here. For some reason I’ve been really feeling lonely lately. I think I have some dependency issues.

What is the most magical thing you've ever experienced? ✨ >> how is this different from the question above the last question in any meaningful way <<< Yeah, this is like the miracle question. Well, except that I don’t believe in magic so I don’t attribute the miracles I’ve experience to that, I completely give credit to God.

What was the last hot beverage you drank? ☕️ Coffee.

What is your favorite season? I love fall and winter.

Do you think your hair looks better curly or straight? I like it wavy or straight.

Have you ever donated blood? 🩸 No.

Would you rather eat at the Hard Rock Cafe or the Rainforest Cafe? I’ve only been to the Rainforest Cafe, which was cool but it’s definitely for the experience as I wasn’t that impressed with the food. I think that’s the whole thing, though with places with like that. I’d like to go to the Hard Rock Cafe, but it’s probably a similar experience.

Are you a good swimmer? 🩱 >> I can't swim. <<<

Would you rather attend a yoga class or a Zumba class? Neither.

Have you written anything down today? ✍️ Not handwritten, but I’ve done a lot of typing both on here and on my phone.

What color is your camera case (if you have one)? My camera is my phone, which has a clear case on it with Stranger Things stickers I put on there. The stickers are peeling off, though, and it looks all ugly right now so I need to get a new case.

What do you consider ideal weather for spring? I like rainy weather, but here our spring tends to be warm and a little summer-y, which I don’t like. It reminds me that summer is right around the corner and our summers are miserably hot.

Have you experienced anything supernatural today? ✨ No.

What are three things you like that start with the same letter as your middle name? I’m not sharing my middle name initial. Nice try.

What year did you join Facebook? Back in 2008. Possibly late 2007.

Which do you use more: Facebook or Instagram? Facebook. I barely use that anymore, though. I don’t spend much time on it.

Would you say you've had a good week so far? No.

What are three of your favorite ways to enjoy spring? 🌸 I don’t do anything.

Do you own a pair of pink pants? I have a pair of pink Barbie sweatpants.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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